I suppose a B3 was what REALLY got me interested in music. My mother used to play one at church, and I would go with her when she went to practice, and she would let me "play". I must have been 5 or 6 at the time.
I can still remember how awesome the thing was, and even the smell!
We always had a piano at home and she was a concert-level pianist as well. I took lessons for about 6 months when I was in the first grade, but quit.
I always fooled around with the piano at home though. I learned to read music playing trumpet in high school, then added bass, drums and guitar with various bands in college.
The day I graduated, I bought a Lowrey organ, on credit of course, and started playing with a local band back home. It wasn't long before I realized that the B3 was the thing, and I traded the Lowrey on one. I learned to play keys almost entirely on my own, but had a great influence early.
My mom could play anything written that you placed in front of her, but couldn't play Happy Birthday without the music. Ironically, she became jealous of my ability to play just about anything I hear. Jealous, but proud.
DonM