At what Age did you leave home?

I might get laughed at here, but, here goes....I was 30 when i left home and if it wasn't for getting married, i would have been still at home at the ripe old age of, well over 40......

At the ripe age of 18. Took my truck to southern California and have been here since. Might be why my folks and I get along so well!! :w00t:

Well cant say i actually left home. But had to live on my own. Dad had passed when i was 5, and mother passed when i was 15 as well as my grandmother. So at the age of 15 i was living by myself. Had alot of fun at that point. Things are a bit different now. That was about 125 years ago.

18 when I went to the air force

25. My mom and hubby 2 decided to call it quits and sold the house. Didn't have much choice at that point!

_Allan_

19. I seem moved south, south, and south several times; for example, when I was 19, I moved to Jacksonville, Al to attend to Jacksonville State University which it is about 3 hours south from my mother's house. Then when I was 24, I moved to Gainesville, Fl to graduate with bachelor degree at University of Florida, which it is 8 hours away from my mother. At last, I (26) moved to Macro Island, FL to attend at Florida Gulf Coast University in Fort Myers, FL for MBA, it's 13 hours from north Alabama. BUT my folks and I are still getting along anyway!

I was 17 when I kicked my Dad out of the house. LOL. I was 17 when my dad got remarried and moved in with her and I bought the house. My parents bought it new in 1962. I lived in the house until I was 37. I got married and me and my wife bought a house together. I still own the house, I am renting out right now. Can't seem to part with it yet. Too many memories. My Dad owned it for 22 years and I have owned it for 28 years. If my wife ever kicks me out for having too many hotwheels I guess I will still have a place to go back to. LOL

I left home at 20 to move in with my girlfriend. Now, 9 years later, we are happily married!

Another 18 year old and out of the house story here.
My girlfriend and I got an apartment together and I attended college locally, that relationship last a couple years, never went back home though.

I would freak out if our 17 year old son tried that in a year. :p

[QUOTE=JamHud22;501697]Another 18 year old and out of the house story here.
My girlfriend and I got an apartment together and I attended college locally, that relationship last a couple years, never went back home though.

I would freak out if our 17 year old son tried that in a year. :p[/QUOTE]
No you wouldn't both of my boys are out and it is nice, my wife is waiting for our daughter to grow up, but I am not

I moved out a week after my 18th birthday.

My dad came home and said "clean the mess I left in the kitchen or leave!" ...so I left.

Seems to be the family trend, at least for three or four generations:

- Turn 18, graduate high school, go to college
- Get a job
- Save up your cash
- Get out and dont let the door hit you on the way out!

My day has not yet come.

[QUOTE=Johnnyredline;501791]I moved out a week after my 18th birthday.

My dad came home and said "clean the mess I left in the kitchen or leave!" ...so I left.[/QUOTE]

I use to leave a mess in the kicthen. Now my kids leave a huge mess for me to clean...now i know how my mother felt......

I moved out at 17. Had two jobs and no opportunity to go to college, I was the third child out of three and didn't get a heck of a lot of attention growing up.
I still remember when I was probably about 9 or 10 that my parents told me that they only wanted two kids. I should have moved out then, but had nowhere to go...
That first year out of the house was brutal...lot's of fun and dead brain cells...

Talked to the recruiter at 18, left for basic when I turned 19. Six years later and I haven't looked back.

I left the farm at 17 and went to University. I graduated four years later, and by 23 had a master's degree. I also had a part time job throughout, and never returned to live at my parents, other than week-end visits, summer break, and trips to the lake.

My son is 21. He returned home after one year of school in another city to live with me, the ol' man. I've been told by other parents that this is not unique; kids everywhere are living at home longer than they did back in my day. The kids simply don't get plum opportunities knocking at the door, so they kick back and wait for the phone to ring. Others spend their free time at occupy-this-that-or-the-other city park with neither agenda nor purpose, all the while using their iPhones to text their friends — on Dad's data plan.

I may be showing my age, but I find the situation disconcerting. It's not the old story where I fight with my son, he continually cleans out the fridge and drinks all my beer. On the contrary, we get along well. He's a kind and considerate boy and his friends are great kids, too. I sympathize with their fear in what lies ahead for them. I've been there and understand the frustration.

What I worry about is how or when this ragtag army of freeloaders is going to muster the courage to make their own opportunities. Ingenuity and self-directed effort is how the nation was built and that is the only way it will stay strong in the face of global competition. When the icy winds of adversity are blowing strong, they need to lean and squint against it, not watch another episode of Kim Kardashian.

Well, I've also been told that there is nothing to worry about. The new generation is smarter than our generation. Ok, I'm willing to listen, but the argument better be good. In the meantime, I'll give the youngsters 100% in one subject — finding the best deal on cheap room and board.

15.5 years old. Worked at Westminster Lanes and paid 25 a week at my friends house for a room. Kept score at the lanes for extra money and supplemented my income by bowling the adults for money in 'pot games'. Finished High School in 3 total years, started at Goldenwest College but couldn't have a full time job as a cabinetmaker and go to school also. Never went back to college.

blah...blah...blah.

Got married at 18.....at least for a couple of years anyway.

Gary

18...

17 graduated high school and left for the city to get a job. I've been in the city ever since.

I was 26 when I finally moved out. All I was interested in was surfing and girls in that order. I enjoyed it immensely while I could and have no regrets at all.
Dave.

The first time I got kicked out I was 9. Mother was unhappily married to my cheating father figure. If I hadn't been an accident, she would have left him sooner. She made me feel it was my fault. She remarried when I was 16, then got kicked out again at 17 by stepdad. Packed up and left Ohio for Florida and didn't look back.