Cool topic -- fun to read other people's stories.
My uncle owned the old family farmstead in Bucyrus, KS. We stayed there one forth of July weekend when I was young and I got to fish the pond -- my first experience with it. Growing up, dad didn't fish a bunch, but we occasionally went out. He was more a duck hunter, and I loved doing that with him. After school, I didn't really hunt much and kinda decided I should take up fishing since it was easily accessible and cheap to do. (Turns out I was wrong about the cheap part). My uncle-in-laws were lifelong fishermen and I started fishing with them in the local reservoirs for bass, smallmouth, walleye, crappie, whatever, out of a Ozark fish and ski. Along the way I became interested in fly fishing, and that kinda took over. The uncles used to spend a lot of time fishing at Roaring River (one had his honeymoon there) and about 15 years ago we started a tradition of going down there each year.