Before I ever even had a "Traditional thought," I believe I had Traditional inclinations, or more accurately, a specific disinclination to the Novus Ordo itself.
When I was a small child, literally all of the things I disliked about going to Mass were specifically Novus Ordo novelties and perversions: I hated starting things off by sheepishly saying "Good morning, Father" with everyone else. I hated the lifeless repetitions of the "responsorial psalms" and the "prayer of the faithful." I hated the boring, insipid homilies. I hated receiving Holy Communion under both species and from the hands of pinched-faced, chopped-haired old women. I despised the insipid, corny songs (particularly "Here I Am, Lord" and "One Bread, One Body"). And I abhorred being forced to engage in the smarmily phony handshakes and smiles and various and sundry other "signs of peace." And I hated the general atmosphere of effeminacy, which led to the still-remembered family scandal wherein, at the age of five, I loudly denigrated going to Mass as "sissy stuff."
All of this naturally laid the groundwork for my departure from any practice of religion immediately after my Confirmation. More than a decade of godless hedonism followed before personal crises drove me back to the the only Church I'd ever known - the Novus Ordo.
But shortly after this, by God's Grace, I found the Traditional Mass and a whole plethora of Traditional books which I spent more than a year voraciously devouring. So my coming to Tradition had less to do, I think, with a single "Eureka" moment of rational realization than it did with the natural hunger I had found sated at last by bread and fish after a lifetime of being fed stones and serpents.