It's not difficult to find out your first game when you can recall that it was your birthday, the opponents were Hamilton Accies and your team won 5-0.
I can mind my Dad accompanying me under some kind of duress. Mainly from me, as my pals at primary school were East Fife fans and possibly backed up by my Mum, whose father used to play for EF in by-gone days.
My Dad was a Dundee United man and for my seventh birthday I'd received an all tangerine kit. I'd hesitate to call it a United strip as there were no black facings on it and he was a complete tightwad (sorry Dad, RIP etc).
Anyway, I covered this tangerine embarrassment up in case I bumped into any of my school pals and off we went to Bayview. Can mind walking up Wellesley Road getting lifted over the turnstiles, the reek of pipe tobacco, the sight of the crowd congregated under the covered terracing from our wooden seat in the stand and player manager Pat Quinn running across blowing kisses after scoring a goal.
How could you not fall in love with a club after such an introduction?