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.