Originally Posted by Rochard

My father died when I was nine months old; My mother eventually remarried to a man from Belgium who barely spoke English. I did not grow up in a warm and loving household. There was no love, and my mother and step father barely paid any attention to what I did growing up. My kid has been involved in sports now for the past six or seven years and I had to miss my first competition ever because of Vegas and I'm crushed, meantime my parents only went to one basketball game ever. I grew up surrounded by firearms, and left home when I was sixteen and never looked back.

Not once did I ever think of this.