For me it was at Cub Scout camp when we went on the obligatory night hike. I had one of those GI issue 90º lights; the kid walking infront of me had some light that was way brighter. For some reason we traded /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/thinking.gifand I got to use his much brighter light. I was in heaven. Thru the years, I searched for really cool lights, not knowing why I was searching but knowing that something better was out there. Even thru college, I still had no idea I was addicted. It was not until recently that I have come out of the cheap flashlight aisle, taken my light catalogs out from hiding and embraced my addiction and need for light. I did not know it then, but I know now that night at Cub Scout came I became a flashaholic. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/buttrock.gif
Long live the light (well, at least your batteries)
Long live the light (well, at least your batteries)