The graduate. I was 15. On the few occasions we saw one another, Dad told me all the law stories -- the case law he'd read and the ones he made up.
He took me along to a client meeting in San Diego when I was still in high school. He told an elaborate story to his client and cited the case name and date. I was SO impressed.
"How did you remember that case?" I asked in the car afterward.
"I didn't," he replied. "I made it up."
I should have known then that the practice of law was perfect for me as well.