Everyone usually has an interesting story about how they first became hooked on lights. Mine happened around seven years ago, well before I knew that Maglites weren't the only light out there.
I was camping at a state park in Indiana with my parents; we had set up our tents and then taken an evening walk around the perimeter of the park. Darkness was falling rapidly, and of course none of us had brought lights with us. We were counting on moonlight and scattered campfires to guide us back to our site. However, we soon realized that there were no other campfires close by, and overcast clouds were obscuring the moonlight. When night fell, it was DARK. Can't see your hand in front of your face dark. We were not too far from our site, so my dad and I left my mom at the picnic pavilion to try to find our tents and the flashlights they contained. Pretty soon we were wandering aimlessly through the darkness, hands stretched out in front of us like blind zombies. The trees got thicker and we actually had to crawl on our hands and knees through the forest in total darkness. Before too long, we had had enough and engaged in a surreal shouting match with my mom(still within earshot somewhere in the darkness)to go find the park ranger so we could use his light to locate our tents. Meanwhile, huddled in the dark waiting hopefully for a park ranger to show up, cursing my lack of foresight, I suddenly realized I was wearing a Timex watch with Indiglo...I fired that sucker up and what do you know? The light was pretty impressive to our dark adapted eyes, and of course my tent was about two feet away from where we were crouching the whole time. I can only imagine the disgust of the park ranger at the silly campers in the woods at night without a flashlight.
Since then, I (eventually) found cpf, bought some decent lights for my folks, and never leave home without one.