I have spent so much of my life giving up dream after dream for the "logical" option...
Even as a kid I was an adrenaline junky, chasing after the next thing that would scare the hell out of me. Anything that would get my heart rate up. From tricking, to surfing, snowboarding, weight training, and cliff jumping -- and my ultimate favorite, STUNTING.
I started riding when I was young. I remember seeing a Christmas picture from my older cousin when I was like 7 years old. He sent a picture of himself doing a wheelie on a Honda Blackhawk (if I remember correctly), and from that picture alone... I was hooked.
I spent years wadding myself up on the concrete and asphalt, traveling 2-6 hours so I could ride and learn from other stunters, and beating up my body for the love of the sport.
Then you know how it goes... I got hurt too many times, I ran out of money, life got in the way. Mind you, I'm in my 30's now, so I'm considered to be one of the "old guys" on the scene. Back in my day, we didn't have the whole vlogging, YouTube, social media thing. We were too busy picking our top 10 on MySpace. When it came to stunting for money, you had to be sponsored and there wasn't really much a "scene" to work with.