Let’s turn back the clock for a moment.
The year was 1978. I was 12 years old. It was the year of Star Wars and Close Encounters, the animated Lord of the Rings and Carradine’s Circle of Iron, and Doctor Strange made his TV debut. Jim Shooter took over Marvel and Claremont, Byrne, and Austin became the Holy Triumvirate. It was the year I discovered Robert E. Howard and H.P. Lovecraft and Stephen King. It was also, for me, the year of Dungeons & Dragons.
I didn’t know anyone who played the game at the time, and for the life of me, I don’t remember how it first entered my radar, but I begged for and got the D&D Basic Set from my parents that year. You know the one — cheap polyhedrals you had to fill in with crayon, the In Search of the Unknown module, and the Blue Rulebook.
I drafted my brother and our neighborhood friends to play, even got my dad to play a couple of times. I was a Dungeon Master from the get go. In fact it would be two years before I played my first character — when I met up with the Oak Hill Dungeons & Dragons Club at Redbeard’s Books.
Though there were some that drifted away from the game, for many of us, Dungeons and Dragons remained an important part of our lives. Sure, we moved away, got married and had kids, and everything else that happens when you ‘grow up’, but the game was still there…
The old Oak Hill D&D Club gathered in January of 2013 for a reunion game. It was supposed to be a one time thing, for old time’s sake. We’ve been playing monthly ever since…
I’m closing in on 40 years of playing this game, and though I often blog about gaming on my author website, occultdetective.com, I thought it was high time I dedicate a space to the hobby I love.
So, with that being said, I welcome you to Dice Upon A Time.
— Bob Freeman