I was around 9 years old. My cousins got all the cool toys. Dad finally caved and got me a hand me down mini bike from my cool uncle for $20.00.
I worked on that thing until I turned blue in the face. For about 4 years. Then Dad bought me some yamaha enduros. All the cool kids in HS had new YZ's but I still had fun on the DT's. I didn't ride in college at all then all hell broke loose when I got a good job.