The first episode of The X-Files I ever saw was "Eve," all the way back in 1993, when it was on Friday nights. I was about ten or eleven at the time, and scared to death. I ran upstairs and vowed never to watch the show again. However, I also remember viewing "Darkness Falls" that same year. That was it for me. I had just about gotten over being scared of the dark when I saw this episode, and suddenly I couldn't sleep with the light off. I vowed never to watch the show again, and this time I meant it. Everytime my dad would turn it on, I'd scream until the TV went off. That ended The X-Files in our house for quite a while.
Then, around the middle of the fifth season, I started watching the show again. I didn't set out to, it just sort of happened. On Saturday afternoons, FOX would show reruns of The Outer Limits, which I loved. The X-Files reruns happened to be on afterwards, and one day I decided not to turn off the TV. I was hooked.
Now I'm an avid viewer of the show (read: obsessed). Since the sixth season, when I really started watching the Sunday night shows, I've never missed an episode. Of the avaliable videos I'm missing only one, plus the new set that was just recently released. And I can tell you I won't be missing that one for long. There are only about thirty episodes (from over 150) that I haven't seen, something that's mostly due to the fact that FOX now only shows reruns at one in the morning on a school night instead of on weekend afternoons. I'll have to catch up this summer.