My life began much like most others, with parents, which did their best to meet the immediate needs & provide me with a few of my occasional wants. They also, attempted to instill in me, proper virtues, respect for others, not to lie or steal. They were sober, responsible & loving.
      My trouble seemed to begin when we moved into a new home. I wasn't readily accepted by the other children of the neighborhood, which left me on my own most of the time.
I became troublesome, rebellious & unruly child, never seeming to fit in.
I didn't share the same interest as most of the kids.  I hated sports, school & large groups of children.
      I became a loner, doing better getting along with one friend at a time. I spent much of my time, climbing trees or wandering around for hours in the fields. Other times I would isolate listening to music, identifying with the words that the singers sang.
      I built a wall of anger around me  & hardened my personality, so that nothing more could hurt me .
In school, I progressively moved from class clown, to an undesirable element with a disruptive nature that showed no respect for authority or other children. I often got into physical altercations with class members in order to gain recognition & acceptance.
I selected friends that were like myself; in so doing I went from bad to worse. That which I lacked in social disgraces, I was able to pick up from my newfound friends.
I started smoking cigarettes when I was 10 & drinking at 12, doing so at any opportunity that was made available to me. I started to cut school, becoming more rebellious with each new day. I challenged authority at every level. I hated my life, hated childhood and wanted to become an adult as quickly as possible, to be free of all restrictions and rules.
Even though I had no understanding of what being an adult was. Nor did I understand the responsibility that came with adulthood. I only had ideas of what I thought it was. But it still had the appearance of being far better than these awkward teenage years.
      I assumed that life consisted of getting a job, finding a girl, getting married, buying a house and having kids. Seemed simple enough. So I started working, at Col. Sanders as a fry cook. Which provided me with my own money and kept me out of trouble while I was working.
      Then I found a girl whom I thought was the most beautiful girl in the world.