One of the first mountains I climbed - or tried to climb - was Mt. Constance out in the Olympic Mountains, and I was 8 years old and my dad and brother were up for it, and we started the steep hike and approach. We didn’t make it anywhere near the summit because I was just so scared that I was crying and had to humbly ask my dad and brother if they’d be okay to not climb the mountain that day. And they realized they maybe had me bite off more than I could chew and we all went down. A couple years I went back as a young teenager with a couple of friends, and made it to the top. And I was really excited to, one have tried previously and not made it and come back years later and made it to the top. You can try a climb once, and learn a lot about it and come back more prepared and have success and an enjoyable time.
After that I got more and more into climbing, from the boy scouts, to climbing peaks with highschool friends. In university, I discovered that people could actually make money off of mountain guiding, and decided to pursue it as a career.