Ah! That would have to be when I first became a furry. I embodied the stereotypes attributed to foxes in the community, but I also tried to be the most special snowflake of all, making myself, ironically, even more generic.
I intended to be a creative jack of all trades, and consequentially a master of none. I drew what could vaguely described as animals, rendered some pretty generic electronic music, and wrote some very bombastic prose and poetry.
Typically, I'd be one to embrace my past mistakes, but I kind'a had to delete my first FA account for the greater good of humanity.
At the same time, IRL, I caused my parents quite a bit of grief. Secretly attending fur-meets, disappearing without a good explanation for a night, and hanging around some dubious characters: in retrospect, I wasn't that different from (and probably more well-behaved than) most kids my age, but I certainly wasn't giving the best impression of furries to my parents or anyone else.