As a youngster I had some mild fascination for camers as machines, and an aunt had a 35mm back in the mid or late 50s that I thought was very cool. And I did love photos as remarkable things, somewhat magical.
A little later I got my first camera, a Brownie Bullet that used 127 film. My first "real" camera was a Konica C35V. After not paying much attention to or having a driving interest in photography, I had been motivated to get a 35mm camera by a roommate who had a Canon FTb. He didn't really inspire me, and I also needed a camera to produce some photos for a a monthly newsletter.
The real inspiration was a teacher by the name of David Hallam, in London, Ontario. David was a freelance photographer at the time, and taught beginning photography for adult education classes in London.
After completing the first course with David, I knew I wanted more, so I hired David as a private tutor on a per-session basis. His insight, assignments based on my personal need and his insight into me as a person, plus making his darkroom available, were absolutely integral to my progress as a photographer, not to mention the love of the art and craft that I developed.
I've lost track of David; I know he went into publishing when desktop publishing was in its infancy, but I don't know if he is still around, much less if he is sitll photographing or in publishing. I'd love to connect with him again; he became a friend, now long lost.