I've already posted in this thread, about how my first RPG was Final Fantasy VI, but I just remembered something fantastic a few days ago:
I played my first RPG at nine years old. I was LARPing. :O
In my fourth grade class, we were heavy on the vocabulary and American history. And so we played Oregon Trail. No, not the computer game version where someone breaks an arm and dies of cholera, or your wagon falls to bits as you try to ford a two-foot river, but the live-action version.
There were thirty-two characters, and my class of thirty split into two teams of seven and two teams of eight. We all drew characters of different ages and occupations and all that junk. My train was the fourth one, and I happened to be the last character in it. I remember my name was Sam. >.>;
And so we traversed the American wilds from Missouri to Oregon for the next few months. My team was ahead, and we were about to make a decision that would get us to Oregon first -- or kill the lot of us. It all depended on the ability of one person to throw chalk into a wastebasket. That person was ME.
I sucked at the chalk-throwing games, so imagine my amazement when I actually won us the game: a literal saving throw! And I love my buddy Alex, but I think that was a far more awesome story. <3
