I grew up on a tiny 9 hole track in Colchester VT called Marble Island. My(single)mom would drop me off at 6:45 every weekday in the pro shop during the summer. The course served as my daycare from the age of 9 on. I would go around and around all day until my mom picked me up at 6 for dinner.
That golf course has been replaced by a very unfortunate development of what appears to be low income homes bookended with some luxury duplexes. A real juxtaposition of socio-economic factors, I might even go so far as to assume that the Lux-Plexes(patent pending naming there) were only possible because of the construction of their token neighbors crummy homes.
After a long winding road out to the pacific northwest via all manner of nefarious means, some of which may or may not have involved the Grateful Dead. I wound up playing in Southern California and Arizona mini tours, while working (***very***) part time for one of the richest men you have never heard of. Thankfully I was a good chef, because I wasn't great at pro golf, I was Mr 71. After a few injuries and a serious lack of funds I ended up back home in VT. I am now a recovering "almost was" tournament golfer. I have regained my amateur status after a hard fought battle with the USGA (over my winnings in the million-dollar hole in one shoot at the '01 Prineville Oregon PNW-PGA pro am). Now I am looking forward to establishing my Handi(vanity)cap once more. In all seriousness I just had to wait a very long time.
During my long hard road back to amateur golf, I went back to college where I hoped to walk onto the team at one of our competitive D-3 schools. Unfortunately at my advanced age of 42 it was deemed not only sad, but creepy that I would even want to try. I later found out that the program was small enough that there were a couple of young women on the team each spring. Even I found that creepy. Knowing that it was not to be I transferred to a very good technology based school and got my BS in computer science and technology with a specialization in programming.
Now I work as a Web developer by day and write mobile apps by night. On weekends I chase the oh so elusive 59 at my local municipal course it is short and wide open topping out at a whopping 6400 yards. The closest I have gotten thus far is a 61.