I was a whole 10 years old when this event happened. My mom and dad decided that it was time to stop working for the man and start being the man. In other words they bought their own business. In this case they bought a small restaraunt in my home town.

It was just the business that they bought and if memory serves me correct they bought it for 15K. The building that they were renting was crammed between a cable television building and a fly fishing shop. In addition to housing the restaurant the building we were in had an apartment on the top part of it. The landlords grandson or bum of a son lived there most of the time. Neither of the buildings were in that great of shape.

After my parents decided that home schooling was going to have to change to private school we ended up at the restaurant on a regular basis. Usually it meant getting up at the butt crack of dawn to make the trip to the restaurant. Although looking back on it, it has served me well…I think (I have no problem getting out of bed early and if I sleep in past 9 I feel like half of the day is wasted). The upside to making it to the restaurant was that I aquired a taste for big breakfasts. And unhealthy one’s at that. Depending on how we felt and how busy dad was we could get anything from toast to hashbrowns, eggs and sausage, bacon or ham. After breakfast we’d usually walk the 5-6 blocks to the bus stop and then we’d walk back to the store where my parents would have just closed up for the day.

I’ve got a series of posts that I’m going to be making about growing up. There’s a reason that I’m doing these now, but at this point I can’t really say. Some may find them boring, but tough luck…it’s my blog and I can do what I want to.