The life of a cowboy.
I grew up in a small town of 600 people. I was related to 90% of them due to the fact that both sides of my family date back to the two couples who started the town in 1875. My father was a rancher/farmer, therefore I was supposed to be a rancher/farmer. At 14 years of age, while I was still on the hay cutting mahine when the sun went down, I said to myself "There has to be a better way to make a living than this." I went to college and graduated with a BS degree. I then spent 20 years in the USAF as a aeronautical engineer.