A political journey
Of course, it always starts with a small taste. In my case when my mum was elected as a Councillor. We kids got dragged around a fair bit during campaigning and you kind of wanted to see the results coverage. In Bristol in the 1960's there was a Council election every year. And I got the habit. Not just for locals, but General Elections too. Cheering on my mum's party because the rest were almost certainly corrupt rotters.