A buddy of mine had a nice little gym in his basement and we started at age 17, with 3 chest-biceps days a week :D but because I saw no gains i stopped. Now I'm in the sport for a few years and found the passion to do it 365 24/7. :)

I was a problematic kid. When I felt like crap I abused drugs and drank and stuff to hide the pain. It took me too many years of my life to found that I can channel all of my feelings in training. If I'm happy, I work out motivated. If I'm angry, I work out aggressively. If I'm sad I work out desperately. Nothing can match the feeling of smelling the iron, running your hands on the rough surface of a barbell. It's life. :)