My First Fandom

My first fandom came at the tender age of nine.  Adult fandom I should say.  I don’t think My Little Pony and Huggabunch count.  However, those alone do tell you what age bracket I’m in. No comments from the peanut gallery please.

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In 1992, Highlander The Series came out.  I was already a fan of the movies.  Yes, even as a young child I was watching B rated movies, and enjoying Sci-Fi and fantasy.  It starred Arian Paul as Duncan MacLeod and Stan Kirsch as the pre immortal, orphan Richie that Mac takes under his wing. Every week I was planted on my bed, watching the show, and then, when it got to the good part, I was standing up, jumping around wielding an invisible sword as I helped Mac defeat the bad guy.  Stan Kirsch was one of my first celebrity crushes, though next year, when Sea Quest came out, every star was set on the back burner compared to Jonathan Brandis.

This was before the age of internet spoilers and guides on the screen that gave you synopsis of the episode or show.  The only way you knew what you were getting was by watching the commercials, reading the TV Guide, or flipping through the channels until you found something you liked.  If you forgot your show, there was no DVR to record it.  There was no pausing commercials.  The only thing you could do was set up your VCR (that’s right I said it) ahead of time.  Fan’s back then did not have it nearly as easy.

If you were a fan of a show, you cleared your schedule and screamed at people to shut up if they started getting rowdy while it was on.  The mad dash to the bathroom was reserved for commercials. You watched the same station all day just to catch a glimmer of an upcoming episode.  Magazines were bought for pictures of our favorite characters – there was no google images, tumbler, or fan sites.  Fans of the nineties had to work for their shows.

Highlander The Series was the first show I ever did that for. I couldn’t wait each week to see the new adventures of the immortals.  Tess and Duncan were my first fictional ship.  When she died I wanted to throttle the writers and producers.  Characters were introduced, killed, and there was always an epic fight scene.  I wanted nothing more to join the Watcher Society – only if Joe was my superior though.

Being a fan isn’t easy.  There’s a lot of feelings involved as we get engrossed in the lives of the characters we adore.  I’m apparently a glutton for pain because my fandoms have evolved into Supernatural, Lost Girl, and other shows that leave me wanting to bang my head on the table at the end of the episode.  Yup, I’ve come a long way since Highlander, and so has the age of the fandom, but I will always hold a special place in my heart for my first.

What about you faithful readers? What was your first fandom?  Do you still hold it near and dear?  What did you have to do to make sure you could watch it before the age of internet and DVR?