Although he didn't play at the time, my Dad got me interested in golf because I used to go to the local playing fields with an old hickory shafted 8 iron of his, in the days before ball games were banned on the playing fields!
When I started playing on a course it sparked his interested again and got himself to about 14. We played together every weekend for about 3 or 4 years.
He's now moved to Spain and I keep saying I'm going to get over there to have one last game with him, but I never seem to get around to it.
Read my post and if you can, make the effort before it becomes a regret.