I became interested in photography when I was a little kid, and Dad would be taking photos of the family while we were in the backyard, or on one of our infrequent trips to a state park. He had an Argus CC that he got during WWII, and every once in a while would show his Hawaii slides. Most of the family stuff he did on a Spartus Full Vue. But every once in a while when he got really serious, he'd break out the Argus C3. I'd look at it sitting on the fireplace mantle with all it's gearing, and think he had to be pretty good to handle a camera like that.
My own start began when I was taking a lithography class in high school. I first used a couple of Polaroid cameras, but wanted something more usable, with the ability to have a negative to make multiple prints from, so I bought an M42 system.
I took to it pretty quickly, and had thoughts of starting a career, but the military draft got in the way, and changed my plans. Still, I kept up with it, changing camera systems, and trying other formats. But by the time I got out of the service, I was mentally drained, and it was a long time before I got back into it.
After many years, and one more try at going pro, I settled on the premise that I could do it when I no longer had any priorities dictated by others. So now it's kind of like my therapy for dealing with what life throws my way, and since I've been retired, I can just up and say "It's too darn beautiful to be sitting around doing nothing.", then grab a camera and go.
So it's gone from fascination, to serious endeavor, and now to therapy, with a few lulls thrown in there. Quite a cycle to go through.
PF