My real story is not as exciting as all that, however, I fit in a couple of those categories. Let me start with a little background: I grew up moving from state to state, town to town all the way from Florida to Iowa and many states in-between.
It was my parents, me and my 3 brothers. My dad was a navigator in the Air Force in the 50's and 60's, so we were moved when he was reassigned to different bases. We ended up in Iowa after he got out of the Air Force.
He tried a few things until he found out that he was pretty good in the construction business. He ended up starting his own construction company. After about 10 years moving around in Iowa, we headed to Oklahoma for a major construction job.
Oklahoma was about like most other places. Dad worked every day or drank every day or both. Mom tried to cope. We were there for about a year when dad split with some floozy gold-digger looking to upgrade her life. She did. I was 16.
I ended up graduating a couple years later, getting pretty good grades in the process. I went to Oklahoma State U. in 1975. I didn't have a scholarship, so I ended up working at a gas station, doing gas station stuff. I worked 40 hrs a week and went to college full time. That didn't work out so well, as it turned out.
I loved college, don't get me wrong. However, I loved the night life more. I spent most of my first year partying my ass off, and barely making it to class. That didn't work out so well, grade-wise. I dropped out after 1 year.
I ended up doing different things for a few years, wandering aimlessly with no goals, except to have fun after work.
I ended up going in the Air Force in 1979.
It was a good career. Looking back, I would have done things differently. That hindsight thing. I married my wife of 33 years while I was in the military, and I have 1 beautiful daughter.
I ended up in Arkansas after the military. It was my last military assignment and I just never left. My wife and I own about 10 acres and have a dog we inherited from my daughter. She was going to school and living in an apartment, so we ended up keeping him with us.
I am working 7 days a week, by choice. I have an easy job, so why not. I am relatively healthy for 59 years old, so I am getting the money while I can.
Steemit is going to take a lot of my time now. I usually spend about 3 or 4 hours most days on Steemit. I enjoy it. If I make money while I am doing it, so much the better. As you can probably tell, my blogging skills need a little work. I had some problems with pictures. One will have to do for now until I get the hang of it.
I will keep on commenting as I have, looking for posts that fit my interests. And I will keep investing in Steemit. Peace.