It was all my father's fault ...
Took me to see Battle of Britain at the cinema when it came out. Job done.
Airfix, balsa and dope, ... but the RAF didn't want me (med).
So when I could afford it I just started the PPL. First flight my stomach was left on the ground and I was seriously uncomfortable. Then night, twin, IMC, marriage, mortgage, not doing enough flying so wife bought me a trip with Ultimate High in the Extra for my birthday. Didn't stop smiling for about 3 days and that's lead to all sorts of trouble ...
Just getting up above the cloud on a grey British day into the sunny blue skies and messing around is like an instant holiday.