I always wanted to be so many things when I finally grew up so hard to say one particular thing. I guess I had the whole American dream: House, white fence, wife, kids, dogs, and lots of places to hunt (right now, have none of those but are a single dad).
I would have to say the single event that inspired me to change was back when I was about 15. I won't go until detail since its long story. Basically I got into real bad car accident (resulted me flying through windshield and broke arm, chipped elbow, few cuts and brusies). Before that happened, I use to be rather mean to people, thinking I was better then everyone else, just overall, butthead about it. No one at school really cared at the fact I was almost killed (not that i expected them to, minus few friends). So that inspired me to because the person I am today; nice and mellow
