For myself, I was eight years old. My family was up in Lenox, MA at a year round resort, Eastover. Leather lace double boots with wood skis and cable bindings. Got all "geared up" pointed them down the Bunny hill and off I went. Of course the problem didn't become obvious until the end of the slope when I had absolutly no clue on how to stop. A tree was more than willing to help out and my first run came to an end. :
So now 40 years later I'm still at it. And my dad, now 85 still skis (We did a day at Okemo last month). Great sport for so many reasons!
BTW...I returned a few years ago to Eastover to take a look at that first hill.....well today you almost can't tell which end of it is angled down.....but back then, it was a MOUNTAIN!
Now.....how about you????