I loved golf at any early age, but didn't start playing until I decide to give up my passion for baseball in my mid 20's.
I became good friends with someone who had just started playing and the rest is history.
Going on 40 years and still friends with my buddy, even though I kick his butt regularly ....
I think the only reason he still likes me is because I belong to a great club and I can get he and his buddies on the course.
Work pulled me in. Took a job in sales when I was in my 20's (70 now), and the Sales Manager said, "You play golf right?" In the 60'S-70'S the golf course was where business was conducted. Never touched a golf club in my life prior to that. Got a K-Mart special set and hacked it around for a year or so, and made a fool of myself. Threw the clubs in the back of the garage for a year or so, until the boss said," You're losing a lot of sales by not playing golf."
Probably somewhere in my late 20's I decided to try it again. This time I tried to take it seriously. Went to the driving range every day, and finally caught the bug. Then it was twice a day that I was at the driving range, and maybe playing 18 after that. I remember my hands being raw, and blisters, where I could barely hold the club. Went from being a 100's player to the mid to upper 80's. Then I knew I was hooked.
After that, I drank and had lunch/dinner in a lot of nice customer's country clubs.
I was in my 30s (57 now). Avid sports guy all my life. I got invited to play golf with a co-worker. I had teased him to no end about being a golfer. So, there I was with borrowed clubs and, of course, struggle to make contact. However that 7-wood was like magic and I had a few nice shots. I'm hooked big time. The very next day I go to a local sporting goods and purchase a set. Never looked back.