Well, I just happen to think this is the nicest, most personal thread I've read on RFF!
My own journey bagan quite early in life, when Mum and Dad bought my brother and I Brownies one Christmas. That was OK, and I remember thinking how clever newspaper photographers must have been to take so many pictures of the same thing to stick one in each of the papers they sold!
But it wasn't until 1969 or 1970 that two things converged to make me become lifelong seduced by photography. The first was seeing "Blow Up" and sensing that you could live like this, running around taking photos, meeting pretty girls and being involved in a glamorous, mysterious life. The second was that my best friend got a decent camera, a Kowa rangefinder, and set up a darkroom. He said the shop he'd bought the Kowa from had a second one so I bought that and we spent many nights in the darkroom developing and enlarging. The magic of the darkroom and the satisfaction of developing your own film, then enlarging it onto paper!
When I finished high school, Mum bought me a Canon TLb and I have never looked back. Cameras have come and gone, but I have always, since then, looked at the world with a photographer's eye. Funnily enough, now I am back to a couple of rangefinders as my main cameras, just like when I was first smitten! And I still love "Blow Up"!