So when I finally turned seventeen my sisters left, they couldn't stand to be around me or where our old home was, I say "was" because I built a kind of shack in its spot to protect us from the elements, but after they left I saw caravans going by about everyday so I began trading and making friends in those caravans, it wasn't to long after I started trading that I met one of the caravans going back to where they came from with some left over wood, so I gave them all the money I had left for it, it took me a while but after doing some odd jobs between to get some money and get more supplies, both to live on and build with, I finally finished the house, along with a fenced area for cattle, I was around 18 doing this, but on my way out of town one day I met this pretty lass, her name was Sally, we got to talking for a few months, so, in December I decided to propose to her, and she said yes, nine months down the road and we have two sons that I named Jack and Rex, two stubborn boys but better than me, something I thought I'd never say, and all this happened while I was nineteen.