Just a mish-mash of some of my earliest lighting memories:
I was interested in a variety of lighting stuff from the very start. One of my earliest memories of the interest was seeing various street lights (mostly NEMA heads) around where we lived when I went on the occasional evening car ride with Dad. It was about half MV and half HPS at the time, and I loved how there were different colors of street lights. For many years I would occasionally have dreams at night of having my own NEMA head in my room, complete with clear MV lamp. You never would have convinced me that it would actually happen 10 years later (although, sans NEMA head and with DX lamps, but close enough
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Dad's house on its own had a palette of interesting lighting stuff. The bathroom was lit with a PL-13 fixture, and the secondary stairwell was lit with a PL-13 adapter which I now own. Although neither of these particularly interested me at the time. The kitchen was lit with a 2x40 RS wraparound. Slow RS startups always interested me, so I would sometimes turn that fixture on and off to watch it start. There was also a 175 watt MV NEMA head mounted right on the outside of the house. However, it was missing the refractor and the lamp was EOL, so it never really interested me. What did interest me, though, was that it had an A-shaped DX lamp, which I of course assumed to be a regular incandescent light bulb. So for a long time I thought "street light bulbs" and incandescent bulbs were interchangeable.
Many family members today tell me that as I toddler I loved unscrewing light bulbs and switching them out with other ones in other fixtures, and I liked noting the wattage of each one I looked at. That's totally true. Especially at my grandparents' house, which has 6 or 7 light bulbs' worth of fixtures in each room, and many three way fixtures and bulbs. I thought three-way bulbs were totally cool.
Oddly enough, another thing I liked to do as a toddler was unscrew the bulb from my nightlight, drop it on the floor from the top of the staircase, and see if it would break. I have very clear memories of doing that, and I don't remember being scolded by Mom, who would have to clean up the broken bulbs. I must have broke half a dozen of them before I grew out of it.
The kitchen in the home of my other grandparents was lit not only by a glass drum fixture (the pioneer of my love for such fixtures today), but it was on a dimmer too, and I totally loved that. Also, they had a manual preheat F15T12 desk lamp, which was my first exposure to fixtures like that. My grandfather always liked to say that the best thing my parents could get me for Christmas would be some arbitrary panel of lights and switches. I think now that he picked up on my genuine lighting interest before anyone else who knew me.
Another early memory was when I started school. The gymnasium was lit with many MH fixtures, the bulbs of which were all different color temperatures, and I loved that. At the time I thought the bluish ones must have been the same as the MV street lights I saw, and the orangish ones the same as the HPS street lights. Also, my kindergarten teacher had a 2x40 RS shop light fitted with plant lamps, hung on a shelf where she grew plants. I always liked when she would let me turn it on.