When I was a freshman in high school my parents divorced.
This marked the end of childhood, the end of my innocently-skewed views of the world. It could have been the start of an era of trauma and struggle, and in many ways it was, but in so many other ways, it was the start of everything.
I filled my high school schedule with art and design classes. My dad bought property and decided to build his own house. He asked to me design it.