Not bad, but I moved into MCRD barracks at 17 (yes, Mom had to sign) and never went back home except to visit for a day or two.
After I got out I would go up to Mom and Dads house to do repairs, those old floor furnaces are a pain in the neck.
Crawling around in that nasty Bakersfield moon dust, and don’t ever try to do red spanish tile roof repairs there in the summertime.
DAMN, I MISS MY MOM AND DAD!
Yeah, yeah, only 38. Like any of us believe that!