Well, lest see...
Very young I wanted to be an inventor. I realized I had an advantage ober my peers as I had been playing by myself until I was 6 or 7. My imagination was very developed so when I played with action figures, my plots were more creative; and I was more inventive with lego blocks. I spent most of my time daydreaming about airplanes and submarines I would build.
When I was 10 I began to be taken to my uncle's company. My uncle was a fan of the godfather and I latter decided I wanted to be powerful like him. My uncle had money and was powerful in the city, and my father was his right hand. I grew up seeing how my father was controled by him and I thought that would be cool to have power over people.
I then spent years planning how I would build a business empire.
When I was 14 my father and my uncle split. My father ended up without a job and on the charity of other family members. By then I wanted to be a doctor or an economist. I wanted to be a teacher and even a politician. Then my father got to work with another distant uncle who is one of the most powerful men in the city and he again took me to work with him.
When I was 17 I became an electronic technitian because he needed help with a project. I was given all I needed to learn and test and repair electronic control boards for japanese air conditioners. It was exiting, but I was always kept away from the money I was producing. I was treated as a kid, but I was making real money for my father and my uncle. My father bought me a car. That was my pay.
Those days my father would allow me to race bikes and for a time I wanted to become a racer. I was too big for that and could only compete with the 1200 cc heavy bikes. I had an accident and lost all interest.
After that my father and that uncle split and he started his own company. Again I was encouraged to design something. I developed power inverter/chargers and thought that was it. I worked for more than five years on that project and thought through it I wouls finaly have my business empire. I never realized I was just a tool. I became an engineer for him and his business, I learned about computers for him, I learned electronic CAD for him, I learned a bunch of things for him and always put aside what I wanted.
In 2003 we sold half a million dollars worth of inverters.
I never got any money. My father would always treat my like a kid and we would always fight whenever I demanded something. He became more and more violent as more money came in. He ended up screwing up the business. He took all the earnings and invested it in a shipment of air conditioners from china and one from japan He lost all the money when he couldn't get them through in time. With the bribes and all, he ended up having to borrow money.
After that I got too angry and stopped working with him. That's when I took conspiracy theories and peek oil.
He is bankrupt now and deep in debts. He had to separate from my mother and go back to live with his mother.
Now I want to be free and hapy. I want to be a writer to help me be free. I guess imagining all those plots with my GIJOEs can after all be of help.
I won't let go of past me, but rather invite him to chill at my birthday.