Sad to say, I'm going to have to say that I'm just a geek. I've always been a bookworm to the umpteenth degree, while my friends were struggling through school readings, I had the assigned novels and another book or two in my backpack. With the prerequisite push into Greek and Roman pantheons in middle school, I was hooked. My grandmothers, bless their hearts, fed me everything they could. I had the books, the movies (how excited I was to watch the original Clash of the Titans with the crazy mechanical little owl). With the college I had gone to, we had a sister school in Japan, so along with the more colorful cultural exchanges and whatnot, I picked up a fascination with that history and culture there. Celts were always a given, since my mother's grandmother was the first of her family to immigrate from Ireland, I grew up on those stories and odds and ends. And despite my very Christian upbringing, my mother was always very open minded, and never seemed to mind if she saw me holed up reading on other religions, other practices.
After that and the introduction of the internet, nothing was safe. With all of the Wikis and resources out there, I was able to pull up even more without earning questioning looks at the library, and the rest was all downhill from there.