I was somewhere around ten years old. My father had taken me to the auto show in Toronto. It was the late 90s. Neon was out. The Y2K fears were in. At the Metro Toronto Convention Center there was a fleet of Harley-Davidson motorcycles. Dad helped me on. We had no idea how they worked. Accelerate with the back brake pedal, right?
Ten years later I bought a Sportster and I kept it secret from my parents for three months until I moved out and brought it with me. Two weeks later I got a dog. In a month I went from being a punk student living with his parents, to having an apartment, a Harley, a job, and a dog. Onwards and upwards, but maybe it all started with that Sportster.
To all of the parents bringing their kids out to auto shows, sporting events, live wrestling, the works: you guys rock.