I'm the odd man out. I first got into photography because my father was in to it. He gave me a box camera. Couldn't hurt it much, and it didn't demand much to produce a picture. But I didn't really have any enthusiasm about it. Several years after my father died, in my first year of college, I got the bug again. Did some photos with some of his cameras, and enjoyed it. Got some nice photos at the local museum where I knew the director and other employees who endulged me. Lost interest until Vietnam, when I found polaroids made the people more friendly, but it was just snapshots for them. Got my first SLR there but didn't use it much until Korea.
Not long after I got to Korea the first time, I had to shot the scene of a breakin. I was given the office camera, an Instamatic (Sure wish I had that 4x5 Ted. I was trained in the use of it before going to Vietnam the first time.). I was apalled at the terrible photos I got. As soon as my SLR came in I was off and running. I had to, having shot off my mouth at how bad a camera the instamatic was, and that I know how to spell camera. Actually, I got the bug again. A trip to the local craft shop and an indulgent Korean instructor and I even began to learn how to develop and print as well as take photos. Revelation! Do any of the rest of you remember the emotion of watching that first print come up in the developer?
Got my first rangefinder not too long after, having read an article about how any self-respecting photographer should have one as a backup (?). It was some kind of Olympus, and I did kind of like it. Next came another SLR, then a TLR and after it was stolen, a rangefinder 6x7. I still have it. Meanwhile I was gaining sort of a reputation as a photographic expert (you know, in the land of the blind ...).
Two more trips to Korea and a couple of wins in the Korea portion of the Armed Services Photo Contest. I felt good. Between those tours, I taught several quarters of Evidence Photography (which meant I also had to teach photography first). I liked it. Photography was a passion and I was sure to try and get it in any conversation with people to try and interest them too.
Out of the Army and looking for a career in computers, going back to school ... Then disaster. A house fire. A lot of my older cameras damaged beyond keeping, but at least most of my most common users made it. My enlarger destroyed. All my negatives and slides damaged, especially the slides, over 7,000. That kind of experience can do something to you. At least it did to me. I haven't been able to get myself back in to it much since then. Just family snapshots from time to time.
In the last few years, I got a reasonably usable scanner, then a good Epson. I took a few more photos, but no real passion. A couple of large format cameras later, which I will really use some day, I still had not the passion of before. Then, suddenly, I became a grandfather and acquired a Toshiba 4300 digital. That combination has returned a lot of the passion. It is fun. So is my grandchild.
Then came the discovery of this forum, and the purchase of three rangefinder 35mm cameras. I guess there is (no) hope. I am on the road back. I don't photograph as much as I used to, but a lot more than during those dry years after the fire. I am really starting to enjoy again. I won't likely ever develop my own color negatives or slides again, but think I might like to start developing my own b/w film, and scanning some of my color and b/w negatives for printing. Just seeing where I go now may be part of the fun.
Now you know more than you ever wanted to know. Sorry for the long discourse. I guess part of the reason for writing this is that I think people should know that there may be things that discourage you in life, but give it time to go away and/or heal, and you can enjoy past pursuits again.