8ball
Merr xmas...
Born in a left wing household, my Mum was briefly a Labour councillor. Joined the Labour Party at 18 and stayed a decade, through the Bennite/democracy battles. Began to see the limits of all that and left and then did very little due to health issues for a decade or more. From there. belatedly sussed out I was an anarchist, though I've only been in local groups on and off since then (plus local anti-cuts stuff, union rep etc.).
Only time anyone has tried to recruit me - I take 'recruited' to mean something you can't just walk in off the street to - was Militant, at the time of the Miner's strike. It was the time of entryism and I knew the local Militant lot from the local Labour Party. They were so keen to get me, not sure why, that they got their regional organiser down to a meeting at someone's house for the purpose. I'd acted with them when it came to various things in the local Labour Party, but knew I would never join a party that denied it's own existence, ran centrally, was boring as fuck - trots basically.
They sold it to me that it was a secret organisation and that they'd have to deny we'd even had this meeting if I mentioned it to anyone outside the room. I was also told I'd be well up in the branch because I'd read stuff (I was doing an MA in politics at the time), even to the point of saying 'you'll be above x and y'. Couldn't have been a worse sales pitch. Hierarchical, conspiratorial and centralised. Yuk
Sounds quite exciting and secret agent-y, though.