OK, so I started to learn to read when I was around 28 months old. I read really well, but around 4 years old I started to refuse to read. Weird, but weirder things have happened. My dad plays D&D, and so introduced me to the world of fantasy novels when I was ten years old. I was hooked. I wouldn't read anything else, in fact they had a hard time getting me to do anything else, including sleep sometimes. Unfortunately, this was close on the heels of having just moved so my dad had just lost his gaming group and I had lost all of my friends.
Well, he advertised at the local bulletin board (a real life one, not electronic, that's how old this is), looking for a gaming group that he would run (he ran the last one too), and eventually got a few good members. And they started to play at the house on friday nights. Well, I found them vastly entertaining and would watch them all night.
They eventually let me play. It was really cool. I was again addicted to something. I wouldn't go anywhere on friday nights because I was afraid that I would miss something cool in game. I was a real geek. It got so bad that the one time I did go to a friend's sleep-over, it just happened to be a sister to one of the gamers, and I badgered him in his room the moment he got home.
Of course, no one ever invited me to sleep-overs ever again.
The sad part is that I met my (ex)husband in that group, and am now living with a different member of that old group as my bf. How sad is that? I had also met my last long-term bf because of role-playing games like D&D. . . I guess I've met all my short-term bf's because of gaming, too! Now that I think on it, I haven't had any boyfriends/intimate relations that weren't gamers as well.
But at least I didn't have to explain to my parents that gaming wasn't devil-whorshop. And I have now been a Second Generation Role-Player for twenty years!
How sad/true is that?