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At 18, left for the military five days after graduation, 6 months later I was living in the United Kingdom.
Similar story. Left soon after graduation, a year later I was in the Republic of Panama.At 18, left for the military five days after graduation, 6 months later I was living in the United Kingdom.
Similar story. Left soon after graduation, a year later I was in the Republic of Panama.
Great story!Left for basic training 2 weeks before my 18th birthday -
Turned 19 in Saudi Arabia during Desert Storm.
Never went to college
Left the military at 24 (wish I would have stayed)
Moved to NYC at 25 and taught myself how write code (HTML/JS)
Worked for multiple dotcoms during the 90s
Started my own tech company at 28
Went broke
Started another company at 32
Almost 50 now, married with 2 teenagers
Planning on retiring and traveling when they go to college.
I consider myself one of the luckiest people I know.
Some of us prefer to remain somewhat anonymous. Left for college at 18. Went home to work 2 summers during college. Married at 22. First kid at 23. Finished doctorate at 24 Started my first business at 29. Made some good coin on the side developing real estate. Sold one business at 41 which allowed me to buy a farm and I've pretty much spent most of my time chasing that dream since then. Still work very part time in my original profession. Spend WAY too much time on this board.I can’t help but notice that some of our vocal residents haven’t posted in this thread. I wonder why..
This post has nothing to do with husker football. I can't believe you're posting it here.Well, I answered 18, because thats when I went away to college. I still came home for 2-3 summers, but I never moved back in full time after graduating. Moved in with my fiance (now wife).
15, left because tired of the three mile walk to town/school and lack of money/food in the house
Invited by and old man to stay with him and help in out with his health poblems
My family was the poorest in the village area
senior year with the old gentleman and night job at bakery in county seat (12 miles hitch hiking/ 6 months
BS dgree NU - MBA Mich State
CFO two Fortune 500 companies, on Board one of them
VP Controller then VP Planning Sytems for third
The classic American success story - you can make it thru hard work
More confirmation about the government cover-up.I was abducted by aliens at 16 and returned after 3 years but not a second had passed on Earth.
First time i moved out: 18, college. dropped out a month in (I was not mentally the best at the time), went back home, lived there almost a year until I shipped off to AF basic training. Currently almost finished with tech school now and living the life.Tell us your story
You're setting yourself up well. People best equipped for the future are those with applicable skills. Electricians, plumbers, engineers, mechanics, etc.First time i moved out: 18, college. dropped out a month in (I was not mentally the best at the time), went back home, lived there almost a year until I shipped off to AF basic training. Currently almost finished with tech school now and living the life.
Good work. Despite the ellipsis error.Let me tell you a little about my childhood.....
Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.