Hah, I can't believe you posted this thread today, as I was just thinking of posting the same thing myself! Reason being:

Nine years ago yesterday, I recieved my first kilt as a graduation present from my parents- a tank in the Ross Hunting (it's seen in my avatar, though it has almost two yards less in it now than it did then). Now, I had planned on ordering a kilt with my graduation money...in fact, I was planning on ordering it any day and was SOOOOOO excited. Now my mom is fairly crafty (by which I mean a veritable super-ninja), and she presented me with a nice simple brown kilt belt, a pair of black hose, and a pair of dark green garters- to go with the kilt I planned to order, she said; she said she didn't get a sporran because she wanted me to pick that out myself. I was pumped like you wouldn't believe! Then, her and dad told me they had one more present for me. If I had woken up in the morning with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn't have been more surprized!

They told me to sit down before I opened it, so I did. As I removed the paper from the very large gift bag, I knew immediately what it was; I was measured by Matt a few months before, just in case, and mom had kept the measurements and learned about what tartan I wanted, in what color scheme, and how I wanted it pleated (to stripe) just from listening to me talk and plan! @#$%!!!!! It was EXACTLY what I wanted. Fit like a dream. I was on top of the friggin' world!

So now, today, I celebrate nine years from the first time I wore a kilt in public. After I graduated, in the afternoon, my family and I went out for lunch at an Italian restaurant, and I went kilted. I felt strangely at home in it, didn't even get a single comment on that first outing, I don't believe, and have been kilting up with extreme regularity ever since.

So that's my story.