Too young to remember (or is that too old to remember?).
All the men and most of the women in my family hunted, so it was inevitable. Started with a bb gun when I got strong enough to cock one. All the neighborhood kids hunted songbirds with our Daisys, and notched the stock for each kill. My hero had over 300 notches on his. Parents frowned on shooting mockingbirds (the state bird), but not much else. Bluejays, sparrows and cardinals were considered pests. Now I feed them.
Started bowhunting for deer in 1962, I think. Have roamed the woods and fields at every opportunity, with gun or bow, for the past 55 years or so.