I stole my first car when I was 3, but honestly, my grandfather should have known better than to leave me alone with the car running. The flight ended less than thirty yards away in a ditch, but it was still thrilling. I've often thought back on that adventure, and decided that I should have focused more on where I was going instead of jumping in the floor and pressing the gas. That's the story of my life, though. I've almost always been more about the journey than the destination. This was, by the way, the only time that stealing a car wasn't a joke played on a friend. I'm hardly crafty enough to do it to anyone that would actually call the cops.I was a brilliant student in grade school, and high school, and all of my teachers loved me. Okay, that's a lie. Only the really cool teachers loved me, but their love was all that I needed.College wasn't quite as great, but to be fair, I never seemed to get a place within reasonable walking distance to any of my classes. That, and I kind of blame my X-Box for my less than stellar career at university.My early 20's sucked out loud. I got very lethargic, and honestly stopped caring about everything, and got really self loathing and pathetic. Then came my quarter life crisis, which for me was a good thing, so maybe not crisis, but awakening. I finally found my own style, became important to me again, got back in shape, and started to live again, finally. It was nice to take the pause button off.