This is a great topic idea. I’m really enjoying reading other people’s why-I-started stories! I date my prepping to two specific events, the more recent of which being the day I got my dog, when he was 9 weeks old. I was in my twenties and it was the first time I had been responsible for anyone other than myself. It was also sort of the first time I was responsible for my own self, in the sense that I had just moved (alone) to a really small town, and I had never lived in a super rural area where basic services were kind of fragile. The main road connecting us to civilization would flood in big storms, power outages were just part of life in the winter, running out of water was a thing in the summer, and sometimes I ran out of propane, too. I had always kept an earthquake kit in my house and some emergency supplies in my car, but I had also ignored some really basic elements of preparedness that seemed inconvenient or annoying, like storing water. That changed when I felt like I was truly on my own in the middle of nowhere, except for this actual living creature who was counting on me. The other event to which I credit my prepping was the Loma Prieta earthquake, which I experienced as a kid in San Francisco. I remember it pretty vividly, and some of what happened to people close to me was pretty instructive for prepping purposes. My mom was landing at SFO when the quake hit, and she had to sort of bushwhack through the city after dark to get home, on a quarter of a tank of gas with no streetlights, traffic signals, or maps. She thought she was going to run out of gas and have to abandon the car and walk— in her business suit and high heels. When I got older I started reading about the 1906 earthquake and about the geology of California. When I was in sixth grade, I saw an ad in the paper for an earthquake preparedness store in Ghirardelli Square and I begged my mom to take me there. Not just once, either. I wanted to go pretty much every weekend, which made my mom crazy because Ghiradelli Square is a crowded, touristy nightmare where parking is impossible and everything is overpriced. I think she finally bought our first two-person 72-hour pre-packaged earthquake kit to get me off her back about going to the preparedness store. I remember lovingly unpacking and inventorying the kit, and repacking it just so. Suffice to say, while the acquisition of the dog definitely catalyzed my prepping as an adult, I’ve had the bug for a long time, and I’m pretty sure that watching my city go to hell when I was five was how that all actually started.