There is no snow (or seasons) where I grew up. I first started snowboarding while attending university at the tender age of 27. The combination of multiple factors (foreign introvert with few friends, fewer snowboarding acquaintances, living several hours far from the slopes, cost of gear, bad career moves) stopped me from snowboarding for the next 8 years. Eventually I chanced upon some roommates that go annually, confirming that I do indeed have an innate love for the sport. Now older with a stable income and heck all for others' opinions, I'll go snowboard even just by myself. I actually enjoy snowboarding by myself but the weird thing is this sport has opened me up to more friends, who complain when I don't ask any of them along.
I'll admit that my upbringing has given me a weird fetish for snow and cold weather, but there's just something magical about snowboarding that I can't explain with words.
I'm hoping to hit 50 days on the slopes this year.