I was 13 when I started. I'd been invited by my friend and his dad to join them on the white river over spring break. When they said we would be fly fishing, I convinced my parents that I needed a "fly rod" for the trip, so we went to Walmart and bought me a 6' Shakespeare combo. Horrible horrible rod! I had no idea how to cast when we arrived and didn't catch a thing! The closest I got to catching a trout was allowing my line to drift as I waded ( in leaky waders that were too small) from one spot to another. Had it on for about 20 secs then nothing the rest of the time. ANYWAY, that was my first time.
There was a long hiatus after that because other things seemed to occupy my time: school, soccer, puberty, work, pursuing and getting rejected by girls...the usual stuff. The summer after I graduated from high school was when I got back into it. Bought my first decent rod, a TFO 5wt for about $90 and haven't looked back. Fly fishing is literally my favorite thing to do. I've introduced it to my brother in law, my wife, my uncle, my dad, and numerous friends and coworkers. Sure, none of them are as obsessed with it as I am, but I loved being able to share something dear to me with others. Even when I'm standing in a river fishing, I'm thinking about the next time I'll be able to escape the realities of adulthood and get back on a river.