While my Dad did play a bit, and once or twice took a day off work to take me to play a new course/adventure, my intro was via my next door neighbors, who were members at Medinah. At 12, they took me with their son, my best friend, first to the range, then snuck us out there on Monday's. On my first real golf hole, no. 1 on no. 2 (I still remember the pee and poo jokes) my buddy lined me up, stood back, and I shanked it into his ankle. Gets up, lines me up again, shank it into his other ankle. I carry him up the hill to the clubhouse, first round of golf postponed due to injuries.
Next time, we played a 3 hole loop on no. 2, then a 9, then a full 18. One spring day, with snow flurries, I actually played all three courses in a day. At 12, the snow didn't discourage me....we had the place to ourselves!
And, the snack bar had menus with the course maps on them. I usually snuck at least one home to study the golf course layout, so it obviously inspired me for a lifetime. Very fortunate to have the neighbors and friends I had!