What was it like being you in your youth (Maybe15 to 20)?

I worked on our farm, went to school, played sports in school, dated occasionally or hung out with friends and after graduation I attended college. I never wanted a full time steady girlfriend. My grandmother taught me to play piano in the evenings and that kind of became a fascination to me for awhile. I also enjoyed working on my car or someone else’s and I also enjoyed detailing my car.
 
I think I lived a whole life between age 15 & 20.....I left school, worked at various eclectic jobs, Worked in a restaurant on a Scottish island all of one summer, I had several boyfriends, my mum died, we moved house, then we moved countries, and I started working in a country where people couldn't understand what i was saying..:D I met my future husband, had my daughter got married... all before I was 21...
 
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Year 15 was just more of the same. 16 and 17 was a dramatic transition. I lost 50 pounds, got athletic, got serious about school, started dating, and began to make choices of my own. 19 and 20 went out on my own, resettled from Chicago to Montana, took up skiing, and went to the University of Montana. My college years were some of the best. I know, it's supposed to better now, and it is in some ways, but not in every way.
 
At age 15, I started dating and thought I was in love many times. It was a good thing my mother told me it wasn't true love, just infatuation. I went to dances, enjoyed school and worked at a fast food restaurant to earn spending money. I went to college, studied harder had fewer boyfriends and that took me into my 20's.
 
During my teen years and early twenties my mother had remarried and my older sister, mother, stepfather and I lived in a small rural village, my stepbrother and stepsister lived in the house next door to ours.

I was pretty much a loner that was accepted by all of the typical high school groups and cliques but didn’t really fit in or feel comfortable with any of them.

Home life was similar, we were more like four roommates sharing a house and chores instead of a family.

None of it was terrible but I was relieved when I was able to finish my education and get out into the world.

My ‘advanced education’ was a two year diploma in accounting from a locally owned business school, it wasn’t much but it was enough to land me an entry level job at a bank making $7,500.00/year.

It was a start and I made the most of it as I worked my way up the ladder, thirty years later I ended up getting the boot and here I am today after twenty years without any visible means of support. 😉🤭😂
 
I got my first full-time job at 15 and just kept working. I met my 1st wife, Shelly, when we were juniors in high school. I was the school's baseball team captain and she was head-cheerleader. We married the same month we graduated with our high school Class of '72.

I joined the local men's AA baseball league, worked at my Dad's friend's full-service station, and attended night school at a state college. Shelly kept house and, despite my full schedule, started having babies. So, I quit college to go to heavy equipment operator school, got a really good job breaking ground for a construction company, and kept playing baseball aspiring to get picked for the AAA league and moving up to MLB.

Meanwhile, Shelly had 2 more babies and started smoking weed, then taking colorful pills, and moved up to snorting coke. When I discovered she was doing all that, and doing it with a boyfriend...and you can take that both ways...I filed for divorce and full custody of our kids.

Back in the early 80s, it was extremely difficult and very rare for fathers to be granted full custody of their kids. Equal custody was practically impossible. Lucky for the kids, Shelly signed the papers without hesitation. Our youngest, my daughter, was only 9-mo old.

Anyway, Shelly went off with the new boyfriend, I quit baseball, went to school to get a CNA license, and started working nights so I could be home with the kids during the day.

Shelly was given scheduled visitation, but she only came to see the kids sporadically. Sometimes months would go by without a visit from Mommy.

A couple years later, she was killed in a car wreck, and not long after, me and the kids moved to Colorado where I went to psychiatric nursing school and specialized in Behavior Modification. I got a Psych-Tech license and began a short-lived career (9 years) with a state home for developmentally delayed adults and children.

After that, I took more job-related courses, accumulated a few different job certificates and licenses, and we moved every few years so I could earn better pay.

And I had some tough jobs, but the toughest job I ever had was surviving my daughter's teens, and making sure she did, too. That was holy-freaking-hell. Hands-down the toughest thing I've ever been through.
 
Somewhat lonely. I was a nerdy kid with thick glasses, and not very athletic. I was a bookworm.
However, I did manage a girlfriend or two in HS. I was a nobody. I doubt if anyone in my old class other than a few friends even remembers me. Things got better about two years into college. IOW, I was the classic late bloomer.
 
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I left home when I was 15 and hung around town for a couple years living with friends. When I was 17 I visited a friend on Cape Cod and never left. I met my wife to be that year. At 20 I had the best job in the world, I was a bridge tender in a small super busy tourist town. Thousands of tourists, scientists, students, hippies, crazy people and really cute women walked across my bridge that summer. I even had my own parking spot right on the street. Good times, bad times as the song says.
 
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I got my first full-time job at 15 and just kept working. I met my 1st wife, Shelly, when we were juniors in high school. I was the school's baseball team captain and she was head-cheerleader. We married the same month we graduated with our high school Class of '72.

I joined the local men's AA baseball league, worked at my Dad's friend's full-service station, and attended night school at a state college. Shelly kept house and, despite my full schedule, started having babies. So, I quit college to go to heavy equipment operator school, got a really good job breaking ground for a construction company, and kept playing baseball aspiring to get picked for the AAA league and moving up to MLB.

Meanwhile, Shelly had 2 more babies and started smoking weed, then taking colorful pills, and moved up to snorting coke. When I discovered she was doing all that, and doing it with a boyfriend...and you can take that both ways...I filed for divorce and full custody of our kids.

Back in the early 80s, it was extremely difficult and very rare for fathers to be granted full custody of their kids. Equal custody was practically impossible. Lucky for the kids, Shelly signed the papers without hesitation. Our youngest, my daughter, was only 9-mo old.

Anyway, Shelly went off with the new boyfriend, I quit baseball, went to school to get a CNA license, and started working nights so I could be home with the kids during the day.

Shelly was given scheduled visitation, but she only came to see the kids sporadically. Sometimes months would go by without a visit from Mommy.

A couple years later, she was killed in a car wreck, and not long after, me and the kids moved to Colorado where I went to psychiatric nursing school and specialized in Behavior Modification. I got a Psych-Tech license and began a short-lived career (9 years) with a state home for developmentally delayed adults and children.

After that, I took more job-related courses, accumulated a few different job certificates and licenses, and we moved every few years so I could earn better pay.

And I had some tough jobs, but the toughest job I ever had was surviving my daughter's teens, and making sure she did, too. That was holy-freaking-hell. Hands-down the toughest thing I've ever been through.
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I bow to you. Difficult it was, character it required and you rose to the ocassion! Kudos
 
Between 15-21......graduated from high school, got my first job, went off to college. Thought I wanted to get married at 18, almost did but it fell apart at literally the last minute. Bummed around Europe for a few months. Went back to college, wasted my time, never graduated. Got married, but not until I was 21, and went off to live in Turkiye.

Just the facts, Jack.
 
Loved to race sailing dingys at weekends. I used to be top of the class at school, but I became lazy and my grades dropped. Went to university and studied Electrical and electronic engineering. This was a mistake as it was mainly maths rather than practical engineering.
After a number of 'romances', at 18, I met the girl who has now been my wife for 52 years.

My old body lets me down sometimes, but my brain is still somewhere between 15-21.
 

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