Played for the first time at the Bunker in Wyandotte Oklahoma when I was 13. This is the group that does the massive D-Day scenario game every June. Anyway, I played hard for a few years. Walked into the Dairy Queen on my 14th birthday, got a job and starting dumping all of my paychecks and birthday/christmas presents into the sport. My first gun, (probably like most who played for the first time in the 90's) was a Daisy Stingray. What a piece of shit, but man it taught me to appreciate my upgrades. I laugh about it now, but also snagged the Vents Predator mask and wore all of the shit that came with it.
Yea, bitches
By the time I was 15, I went through my Tippman Pro-Lite and had my Automag w/compressed air and some ViewLoader electric hopper (I think that was it), and was carrying like 8 full pods into every game (lol, I probably weighed 100 lbs. at the time). It was a lot of cash for my age and eventually I started putting my money towards alcohol.
Anywho, I'm a ripe old fart now at 31, but I started playing again about two years ago. My nephew, who is now 15, got into the sport and this has given me the sweet opportunity to play again under the guise of quality time. I dropped the $ on a nice medium range setup that I'll likely never upgrade (Axe, Rotor, Sweet Prince Empire's Dye mask ^, a Crossfire 48/45 tank, etc.). It's been pretty great coming back. I mean, I miss the sound of the autococker block all over the field, but the days seem to have more players now than I saw in the 90's. A few guys from work are showing interest, so I may start making this a once/twice-a-month thing, instead of every two months or so.
Oh, and the best time of my life was volunteering at the Bunker in the summer when I was 15. I would ref when people showed up to play, or I would play if a group arrived with an uneven number of players. I was paid in paint and MRE's and it was glorious.