Things worked out well for me after I left home. I got a good job and made a wage that was more than adequate to cover my family's expenses and even put some back. On a trip back home after the death of my father, I was going through some of his old things and found that first boat we'd built together. I'd be lying if I said it didn't bring back some of the best memories of my life. I loved building those tiny boats and always dreamt about building the "real thing".