I started playing poker because I lived 3 blocks behind Binion's Horseshoe Casino in Las Vegas, NV.
When I was 13 I had more facial hair than most adults anyway so I snuck with the money my Grandma gave me for my birthday ( $200 ).
I was pretty good at it, and by the time I came of age most of the floor sweeps ( the "boss" in the poker room, and just happened to be my aunt ) mostly new and didn't care that I'd played underage.
So I realized it was more profitable to grind a living than round a dream.
Boom, now I'm sitting here dying of heart failure while I play freerolls
and micro limit in my final years.