This is a story that's been told often here. One September afternoon in 1984, my cousin showed up with The Citadel of Chaos at my house. It was love at first sight. Within a few weeks, I was running people through the adventure.
However, my actual introduction to D&D was on the day when my friend Forest came to me with a battered red book of the BECMI edition and said "You speak english, teach me how to play."
My initial english and understanding of the game was terrible at best. However, with time both improved. The game was a revelation for me. From that day on...