At the age of 14, I thought about becoming a firefighter, but my severe case of Acrophobia - fear of heights - stopped me there.
At the age of 17 I took a high school journalism class. It was one of the few classes in high school I excelled in, but I never really thought much of it. Little did I know ...
At the age of 18, I enlisted in the Air Force and spent six years on active duty. That was a valuable learning time for me.
At the age of 25, I decided to separate from the Air Force - mainly because the powers that be wouldn't let me cross-train into another field - and work to save money to go to college.
At the age of 27, I enrolled in college and began to study history with plans to become a teacher.
At the age of 28, I met some communication students, and soon the editor of the student newspaper asked me if I'd write a sports column. She was cute, so I said "Sure."
At the age of 29, I decided that I really liked this newspaper thing and changed my major from history to communication. I earned a history minor. The rest is pretty much history, oh, bad pun there.
When I decided to go to college, a friend of mine told me I'd probably find college much more difficult because I'd been out of the school environment for a number of years. I found it to be opposite. In college, I consistently found myself on the Dean's List and with the exception of a few classes, I really didn't have that difficult of a time. When I was in high school, let's just say you have those in the top 10 percent of the class, and you have those in the bottom 10 percent of the class. That's all I've got to say about that subject.
I don't subscribe to the old adage, "You can't teach a old dog new tricks."
Case in point. For the past three months I've been taking piano lessons at The Music Stand in Nicholasville. I'll admit, when I first started, I didn't think my instructor, Larry Crawford, had much of a prayer in teaching me the ways of the piano, but much to my surprise I am learning.
Of course, I've always known I am unique. After all, I'm the only one in my immediate family who wasn't born in Kentucky or the United States for that matter. I was hatched in Heidleburg, Germany. My brother says that explains why I'm a Tennessee Volunteers fan. Jealousy, I say.
If I were a dog, I think I'd be a mutt - random thought there ... I hear you have those as you get older. Please make it stop.
