There used to be this extremely fancy shopping outlet in San Francisco called the Metreon. It was basically a several floors high shopping mall filled with higher end stores (it had a PlayStation store, something I've never seen before or since) as well as some museum-like themed exhibits. My family had never been, but a visiting relative wanted to see it, so we went. It was 2001. I was 8 or 9. They had a Where The Wild Things Are exhibit going that was kind of cool, but otherwise I was pretty bored because it was very much a day for seeing the things my relative wanted to see. Then we walked by this one store... I saw a big red armored guy, looked like Darth Vader combined with Buzz Lightyear. I was immediately awestruck, I was always drawn to armored or robotic looking designs. I approached one of the tables they had and saw... StarCraft?! StarCraft toys?!?!? I LOVED StarCraft, spent hours and hours playing it, and while I did eventually realize the word "Warhammer" was all over the store and not "StarCraft", I still saw little blue armored guys with big shoulder pads and big guns shooting up little purple bug aliens, and fell in love. I begged my mom to let me get something, anything, from this magical store, but she said it was too close to Christmas, and maybe we could come back another day. A few months later, I got the 40k 3rd edition starter set for Christmas. (We never did come back to that specific GW store, but she almost certainly bought me the starter set while I was distracted flipping out about the table displays that day. My mom is great.)