At school I was always drawing and sketching, and I'd say the more you do a thing the better and more proficient you become.
I studied photography twice at two separate schools, but it didn't click til the second time around, and when it did I was hooked.
I remember trying to understand Van Gogh, but he kept defeating me until one day when I was in the library with a volume out of a series of painters, and suddenly I laughed because the magic hit me right between the eyes. A few years later I got to see some of the actual paintings and it was like it happened again.
Then there was a Kandinsky exhibition, which was beyond just abstract (or Fauvist abstract at least), and all these shapes were suspended in the space between dimensions, and drifting through the dimensions between spaces.
And then there was Paul Klee, and Cezanne, and Turner - and then a sudden avalanche of everything all at once, and it was great!