What was the experience that made you realize climbing was just what you needed?
For me, it was a day in 1987, just after Christmas, when I went to the UW wall, flush with my gift of new shoes and a harness, courtesy of my friend Marilyn. I watched an amazing dance by some 'core locals on the North Wall, completely flailed on ANY start on the wall, and went to work. For about 16 months, just there. I lived 20 blocks away, and bouldered 3-4 days a week.
Discuss.