When I was about 7 or 8 years old, so around 1983-1984. My mom and dad divorced, and my mother moved, then dumped me onto my grandparents.
I would get off of school at 3:30, and my grandparents wouldn't get home until 6:30, so my great grand mother would babysit me in that time. At 4:00 Star Trek would come on.
And up until then, I had never watched anything on TV that wasn't a cartoon, because it all looked boring. But not this! This show was amazing. It had aliens, the charismatic Kirk, That really interesting guy with the pointed ears.
My great grandmother loved Star Trek. She used to tell me how much she loved watching it with her kids when it first came on TV.
My great grandmother, whom we called Mum-Mum, would make oatmeal with banana slices right before it came on. And we'd talk about the episode during the commercial break.
I was going through a very tough time in my life getting used to my new family, school was tough, and the only good memories I have of that first year were coming home to oatmeal and Star Trek.
What's funny is, This March when I started watching the TOS collection I got for Christmas, I was watching like 4 or 5 hours of Star Trek and I got up to get something to drink, and I was surprised to see the white floor. You see, at my grand parents house, as a kid, I would sit on the couch and watch star trek with my great grandmother, and there was this big beautiful oriental rub beneath my feet.
What happened was, I was watching Trek, and a part of my mind was nostalgic and was re-living, re-creating, my earliest Trek memories. A part of my mind was stuck in the past. And that's when I realized part of the reason I love to watch trek so much is because I feel like I am with my great grandmother again. Like I can feel her presence, and I feel the happiness I had in my childhood amidst the hard times. My great grandmother and star trek were like my security blankets.