But I'm also surprised how long it took me to finally stop experimenting with it and make it a part of my life.
My first attempt was when I was in the sixth grade. To be honest I had no idea where I got the idea that meditating was something I should be doing. I must have seen it in a book or movie or something. I just know that during a lull in class, a time when I had finished my assignment ahead of schedule, I crossed my legs in my desk and closed my eyes.
I didn't know what I was doing and soon I heard whispers from the other kids in class. Embarrassed, I uncrossed my legs and pretended to go back to the assignment. The whole thing seems surreal now.
My second attempt was in college. It was brought on by two different events. The first was reading Kerouac's Dharma Bums. This book changed my life forever. The rush of words and sensations this book produces creates feelings of excitement and imagination that only Walt Whitman comes close to creating in the mind.
The second was reading a psychology textbook which had a chapter on Buddhism. When I heard the Four Noble Truths for the first time, something woke up in me. I checked out a book on meditation from the library and once again attempted to sit.