Hang gliding ruined my life.
You see, I grew up surrounded by hang gliding. My dad owns a shop and school, and is also very involved with our local club as well as USHPA (I believe he's been on the Board longer than any other Board member?)
I started flying with him when I was 4. Flew (and soared) many many places, including Telluride and Valle de Bravo...
By the time I hit puberty I was already flying solo, and had more hours and flight experience (most of it tandem though) than most H3's.
Growing up as I did, and experiencing what I experienced... as my "normal"... how could I *POSSIBLY* ever hold a "real job" and live a happy life? I'm ruined. I'm a addict. Totally hooked... always looking skyward dreaming of my next fix...
No one should do this to themselves! Don't start!!!
Shut up and fly.