Ok, let's find out about those of us who saw the light at 50 or over. To get the ball rolling, I'll start.
What's your story?
A year ago at age 59, my poor unexpecting wife goaded me into skiing with our son and his wife. Growing up in Minnesota, I was skiing alpine and cross country, playing hockey and ice skating. Wife and I moved to Denver, CO, had 3 kids and did some skiing on the I70 resorts. The time, expense, and congested traffic caused me to stop for 20+ years.
What my wife did not foresee is that getting on the mountain with our grown children, I would catch alpine fever. I came back and told her, Honey, I had a great time: I'm going to start snowboarding. I went 2 times last season, 4 times this season so far. As an empty nester with a job where I can declare myself a ski day, I am looking for fresh snow days to head up and ride.
At this point I call myself an aggressive beginner, I am progressing faster than I expected. I am heavily armored and that helps.
In my defense, When I was young I was a cautious skier, but always had the vision that I would be sliding down mountains in my old age. God willing, I can't think of a better way to live a little foretaste of heaven on earth.