For me it probably started because of living under the approach to RWY31 at Turnhouse Airport.
Becoming a spotter (11 Years old) and regularly cycling the five miles to the airport when rugby internationals were on to see the less common types such as Caravelles.
Pestering the captains as they came through the terminal to let us on to the flight deck. Bless them, they regularly did.
Aeromodelling from gliders through to competition aeros in self designed aircraft.
One flight in a Cessna 150 in 1968 courtesy of a work colleague who was a part time instructor. However at £8 per hour it was way out of my league.
Finally started working for a boss who was an instructor and owned aircraft he leased to local clubs. This was the opportunity to learn at a discounted price I could not refuse.
I often think how much more money I would have if I didn't fly. I am however much richer now in a wider sense having seen things, flown to places and met people I would otherwise have missed.
D.O.