I discovered foraging a few years ago when someone told me I had 'rabbit tobacco' growing in my yard.
It turns out they were wrong - rabbit tobacco grows in the sunny south, not in Ohio, but the name brought a memory - my mother used to talk about her childhood in Georgia when she and her sister would hang out in the meadow and smoke rabbit tobacco.
The mystery plant turned out to be wood sorrel. Once I learned the name, I had a realization that all of these odd little plants in my yard also had names. They weren't just weeds. Many were edible. And all had a place and a purpose in the landscape.
Before I knew it I was foraging. There is something deeply satisfying about eating a plant that grows of its own free will in the outdoors.