I too am a member of the old fart club.
About 1980, my long lost buddy Lance ran me through my first game of D&D, some dungeon he created. The only thing I really remember (it's true, the more kids you have the less your brain functions.) is running into a Wight, yes the undead kind not a glowing "white" ball of light, the image my young brain conjured up at the time. I kept seeing this huge nasty Will-O-the Wisp like "white" hovering around kicking the crap out of me.
Fun, fond memories.
About 1980, my long lost buddy Lance ran me through my first game of D&D, some dungeon he created. The only thing I really remember (it's true, the more kids you have the less your brain functions.) is running into a Wight, yes the undead kind not a glowing "white" ball of light, the image my young brain conjured up at the time. I kept seeing this huge nasty Will-O-the Wisp like "white" hovering around kicking the crap out of me.

Fun, fond memories.