I don't think my supporting Liverpool was ever a conscious decision or that choice even came into it, it was just something that seemed to be totally natural, and like Topsy, it just grew. While there is a danger of this sounding like a "Yorkshire Man" sketch, or the ramblings of some old git, I'll try to explain.
I was born and raised the far end of Melwood Drive, where one of my early memories is from about 1959/60 when I was 4 or 5, going up Minver Road, then up the path between the old terraced houses on the bend, past the small pig farm and bingo, me and a few other lads were playing togga on the training grounds...until an old feller with a flat cap would come storming towards us when we would leg it. Sometimes though, our presence was tolerated if we would just sit in the long grass at the edge of the pitch, watching the players train, and returning the ball if it ever came our way. From little acorns....
My late Dad, though not really fanatical about football, had been born and raised in Kemlyn Road back in the 20's-30's so I also used to visit my Nan there until she died in about 1964. On a few occasions, my Dad took me to see reserve matches there but all I recall of those matches is vague memories of cavernous corrugated iron roofs on the stands.
However, everywhere I went as a kid reinforced LFC in me, our local news agents was even run by Alan Arnell, and seemingly to me everything on the news at the time in the early 60's was all just 'Liverpool' and it was like we were at the centre of the Universe. I mean, no one ever said on the news that the Beatles came from Everton did they? Those of you who grew up in Liverpool at that time like me will probably understand what I'm saying.
(Sounds stupid, but I don't think I even knew that Everton existed on the same planet until about 1965 when I saw names like Trebilcock scrawled on other kids satchels at school. Bet they're sorry now!)
There also just seemed to be a palpable sense of great things in the offing surrounding LFC which all served to reinforce my love of the club, amply rewarded since.
I left Melwood Drive in 67 and have travelled quite a bit since then, and unfortunately have little opportunity to get to matches now, but like so many of the Scouse Diaspora, or at least half of them, LFC will always have my support. Red till I'm dead.
My teenage son, despite being born and raised here in darkest Devon, is also devout LFC. Couldn't be any other way I suppose.