I was incredibly happy the first years of my teenage years, in Ethiopia and Swaziland (especially my time at the boarding school, Waterford Kamhlaba, in M'Babane).
Then I was incredibly crushed and down the middle portion when we returned to the States to a very small Ohio town where I was "Rev. Armstrong's son, COMMA, Lon." Comma Lon was not a happy camper.
Then things picked up for me when I went to the University of Chicago for the first year or so and met intellectuals and beat misfits and fell in love (then unrequited, but still thriling) with my wife, Helen.