Since there's no point in telling everyone what brand of diapers I was wearing or anything of that sort, I'll skip to the problem-filled adolescent years, namely high school.
College applications are like fire, get it out of the way as soon as possible.
But in the long run you know it was the right thing to do. Since I am headed toward a business major, I should be in some career that'll land me in a boring office cubicle, complaining how I should have started to sharpen my artistic skills when I was six. After that, I'll have a wife, two children, no pets, and a big house that would be scary if I were there alone on a rainy night. I have no other forecasts of my future except for what I've already written. Besides, the future looks much more interesting and compromising when you don't think too much about it.