I'm 46. I enjoy the few gray hairs, but don't really like the receding hairline. Prior Service Air Force (enlisted for 4 years, ended up serving for 5.5 years active duty and 2 years reserves). My DD214 says "Extension of service was at the request and for the convenience of the government." I went in with guaranteed "Open Electronics" career field. During basic I picked "Tactical/Real-Time Avionic Sensor Systems" because it was seriously deep into electronics and it included laser targeting systems. I got interested in electronics/electrical stuff when I was 10, after I tried to figure out how an air pump was able to pump air out of an electrical socket and into a fish tank. I opened it up, plugged it in, and tinkered with it until it blew up in my face. From then on, I had a serious desire to learn more. I have always fixated on things that scare the fuck out of me. If it scares me, I learn all I can about it. I had my left big toenail removed surgically once when I was in the first grade. I made the doctor let me sit up and watch the whole operation. About a year later, the same toenail fell off on it's own a few weeks after a large rock crunched it. During tech school (Denver, Colorado) my roommate and I took up skydiving. I had to cut my main chute away on my first jump, due to a malfunction. I jumped a total of 8 times over the course of a month (the last month of tech school). Back then (1978) there were no sissy tandem jumps. I was married for 15 years. I have three sons (two are active duty, both in Iraq). My left nut was once the size of a tennis ball. I almost broke the wrist of the doctor that examined it. He ended up with a severe bruise. (never grab another man's balls and squeeze - especially if one of them is swollen) I rolled my dad's brand new pickup the first time I drove it without supervision. I lied and said I had to swerve to avoid a coyote (we lived in Wyoming). He told me the only reason he didn't kick my ass was because he had done/said the same exact thing when he was my age. Aside from being born at the Jacksonville NAS hospital, I spent the first 9+ years of my life overseas (Dad was in the Navy). When he finally got an asignment stateside (Kingsville NAS, Texas) I was shocked to see how well Americans lived. I was a virgin until after High School. Well...pretty close to a virgin. I conformed to the Bill Clinton definition, anyway. I went to High School on the Wind River Indian Reservation in Wyoming. I lived outside the town limits of Morton, Wyoming (population: 5). My graduating class had 27 people in it. I recently told Fazle: _______________________________________ OK - your turn now.