You've heard all of these stories before. Just tell me what they are.
I grew up in a fairly big city. Even though my family was well-off, I was like most kids. I mostly hung out with my friends and relatives, and we got in a lot of fights with guys we didn't like. One night, we thought it would be fun if we snuck into a party at the home of one of the families that my family didn't like. So, we got costumes and went over. We got there just after sundown. My friend got us in on his invitation. We just spent the whole night goofing off and meeting people. We ate and drank tons of stuff--which was even better because this old rich guy we hated was paying for it all. I met a girl there. We saw each other a few times, but then it sort of died out. Oh yeah, some of my friends left early and got in a big fight with some other guys at the party. The cops came and all of us got in trouble.
I went on a boat ride when I was really young. It was down a river, and I have sort of vague memories of it being warm outside, and the ride was really slow and sort of winding. On the boat ride I met some really nice people who worked for this really important land owner. I lived with them for awhile. Then the land owner took a liking to me, and I went to work for him. He had a lot of businesses. I was mostly involved in building and maintenance. I worked for him for a few years, but then I got in a fight with him about how he was treating the workers. I made him so mad with our complaints that he let all of us go. I wandered around for a while and eventually took up mountain climbing.
I was my father's youngest child. My oldest brother was your usual oldest-brother-jerk, always beating up on the rest of us. My middle brother was always sick with one little sniffly disease after the next, and mom was always giving him special treatment. Dad was always at work. I had a pretty normal childhood for the most part, didn't really excel in any way. For the most part people left me alone, and I left them alone. Then I joined the army. I really liked the army. It made me feel good about myself in a way my previous life never had. I went to fight the Nazis and even won a medal. After the war, I went back to my home town and got a job in the family business.
Hey, I'll be the first to admit it. I could tell from the earliest days that he wasn't going to be like the other kids. He was always so serious. All kids have a thousand questions, but--forget "Why is the sky blue?" or "What would be your second favorite name for me?"--his questions were always about such serious, morose things. I'm sure people talked about him behind his back. He made furniture for a while; did other odd jobs and traveled some. Later in his life he got into public speaking, but he died young.