Re: Its in the family......
One of my earliest memories is being in the desert with my dad, shooting his 22. He would hold it, and I would pull the trigger. I remember having no idea what I was doing, couldn't even see the bottles we were shooting at because I was so short, and they must have been over a rise or something, but I didn't care. I was having a blast shooting that rifle. We moved from AZ when I was three, so that's the oldest I could have been. I used to negotiate ammunition as payment for mowing the lawn, and my dad would take me shooting every few weeks or so. When I was 13 or 14, I convinced him that we should start handloading. I paid for most of it, but he bought the stuff, since I was too young, and I did all the loading. I read the manual cover-to-cover, had no forum to go to for help, nobody I knew to ask things, just had to read and experiment.
It's all been pretty much downhill from there...