I started climbing at Camp Forest Spring in 2009. One year at youth camp I went to that wall and I climbed. I climbed a ton. I was in great shape after that week.
I never really stopped climbing after that week. Lots of people in my life, both at camp and back home, were into climbing. I sort of just kept on climbing. Then I built a bouldering wall in my basement. There was no going back after that.
I don't really know what I love so much about climbing. The Adrenaline is nice, but there is more to it than that. That feeling during a dynamic move when you will fall if you don't make the grab. The looking down and flipping out. The burn in your arms as you try to hold on.
I think that I love everything involved with Rock Climbing.
If I could only choose one sport for the rest of my life, it would be an easy choice. Tennis, the only sport I play that I can actually play into my 80's. Gotcha
I've played soccer about as long as I can remember. From a little tyke to a Sophmore in high school, I don't think I really missed very many seasons. I never really thought that I loved the sport; I wasn't a great athlete and the effort it took to be good was more than I was willing to give.
Playing intermural in College has taught me that I do love the sport though. No I am an all around athlete and I really enjoy playing.
Another thing that I was introduced to at CFS. After playing at youth camp I had to get more, so I bought a marker and started paintballing back home with some friends
This is going to sound weird, but I can empathize with General Zaroff in The Most Dangerous Game. "Hunting" humans is rather fun. Knowing that they are hunting back kicks the adrenaline in. It is an odly enjoyable passtime.
Also, welts look cool.
My eldest brother had a model train set. Size N. That thing was sweet.
One day he gave it to me. That was a great day.
Then I bought a ton of rail, and made a pretty intricate track layout. Add in some landscaping and you get a sweet looking train set.