We spend a lot of time talking about introducing others to kilting in a postitive light, but I'd like to hear your stories about your introduction to kilting. Many of you I know have been wearing kilts for many years and some of you all of your lives but if you are like me you have only been kilting as an adult.

The first time I ever saw someone in person wearing a kilt was at Raleigh/Durham International Airport waiting to board a plane to Scotland. It was my senior year in high school and as a graduation/everything else gift my father and I spent a week in Scotland. Though I was fairly young (17) my first reaction was not one of humor or scorn but awe. I thought it was the coolest thing I had ever seen, and still do. It was a great trip into the wilds of the Scottish highlands, we ate, drank, and loved life for a short time until we had to return home, but even years later I remember that nameless man in his purple kilt (I have no idea what tartan it was), and it was at least a small part of the reason I am kilted now.

Graham