Get ready for a complicated story...
As a kid, my brother read a children's horror book with short stories.
One of the stories were about a kid who painted miniatures which were somehow intertwined with his imminent death. I don't exactly remember the plot... Maybe they became real or something.
Inspired by this story my brother bought a blister pack of three goblins.
And seemingly that was it. He never painted them or expanded his collection. For him that's where the adventure ended...
Some years later I got a bootleg CD-ROM which among other games contained Warcraft: Orcs and Humans.
It was an amazing game for it's time and I was instantly taken by the whole concept of two fantasy armies fighting for dominance in the Black Morass (Bonus point if you read the last part with the narrators voice).
That's when I remembered my brother's goblins and asked him to find them and if I could have them. He probably sold them to me...
For me three goblins wasn't enough though. For christmas I wished for miniatures and got the plastic orc swordsmen and archers.
I needed more miniatures and soon after bought a blister of snotlings (because it had great quantity) and some paint.
I remember crying after painting my first orc because of how terrible I had ruined it!
From there things started to pick up. I got the box set with goblins and elves and rulebooks. Soon I had a small orcs & goblins army and a friend of mine were convinced to join in.
We talked in school and it turned out a few kids from the other class also played Warhammer. It was a glorious time...
I don't play WHFB anymore, but that's how I got started on the whole gaming thing... I could never leave it behind...