I expressed interest in drums at an early age. My dad bought me some (they stayed at his moms house), and that was it. Only drums and a snare stand. No cymbals, no kick pedal, no throne. He wanted me to play sports, and I'm pretty sure the drums were just to shut me up. I tried to play them but had no direction and no one would support me playing drums. At xmas I got some hi hats and a kick pedal, and a "there you go, now leave me alone" attitude. I was not allowed to take them to my moms house because he was worried my step brother would want to play them. Eventually the drum heads got slashed in a burglary. I was told they were broken and in the closet they went. This was all within a years time.
At 15 I bought myself a new set. It lived at my moms house. She figured as long as I was playing drums I wasnt out getting into trouble.
It was my moms mom who took an interest in supporting my drumming and gave me lessons.