My first visit to Home Park was with my Uncle, who was a regular supporter. Our nearest entrance was the Barn Park end, and I can remember being on top of his shoulders and watching two teams kicking a football about inside what appeared to be a big bowl of a stadium.
I have an inkling that we were playing Southampton, but being only 4 or 5 years of age I really cannot substantiate that memory.
It wasn't a regular occurrence but it set the seed and when I was old enough to walk to the ground on my own, in the early sixties, I became a season ticket holder and my Saturday afternoons were set in stone, because if the first team weren't playing then the reserves would be and entry was free to season ticket holders.
Standing in the Barn Park end was my usual position until I became a teenager and the Devonport End was for me. Much noise, much excitement and a totally different experience of the game.
When older again I moved to the Mayflower (lower) by the half way line, with a great atmosphere and camaraderie, but for the past twenty years I have been a stalwart in the Grandstand (upper) with its older but similar generation and with the same sort of camaraderie.
Such wonderful memories from all positions of the ground.
I have persuaded one of my grandsons (no 2) to join me for the past five years (also with season ticket) and another younger grandson (No 3) waiting in the wings for his parents to give their approval.
Current grandson no 2 has always supported Liverpool but only because his Dad does, although they are doing quite well at the moment and will be his first team until such time as I can persuade him otherwise, although he appears to quite like the live action that Home Park brings, and is always anxious to attend when he can.
Current grandson no3 is football mad, Argyle mad, and enjoys the Argyle Community football training sessions. He is 8 years of age and is in prime position to take over from Grandad when the time comes, although he has not yet attended Home Park, I have high hopes of him taking over the mantle.
For those that are wondering about Grandson no1, he hates sport of any kind, playing or watching, and I have given up all hope of ever enticing him to Home Park on a regular occurrence. He has experience of being there, but his mind was wandering and his powers of concentration were lacking, and I have given up all hope of persuading him to return.
Some you win, some you lose.