When I was 7, I had a steady monthly gig at a night club in Anderson Township Ohio called the "Golden Roster", run by Ronnie Dale (in the background of the picture below), organist for the Cincinnati Reds.
Evidence of said night club gig (with subliminal trumpet prop on the organ next to my tip and down a bit from my cigarettes on the other side):

There were a couple of times that I played there where Ronnie would have a Trumpet player come in and play with him. That is when I fell in love with the Trumpet.
I then picked up the trumpet after our school system finished our mandatory training on the flutaphone as a recruitment tool for our school system's band program. On successful completion, the band director (Russel Hinkle) would come to each classroom with a band sign up sheet, and I put my name down and next to it, trumpet. And that is how it all started, that I gave up the Hammond B-3 for an Olds Trumpet... I guess you could say it's that Olds Organ Transplant Story!