I was born Franklin Amos Mattson in 1963, the last child of Thomas and Janet. I have two older brothers—Thomas and James—and an older sister—Sara. The first four or five years of my life, I imagined full of turmoil only because of the simple fact that I was not living with my biological family. I lived with an Aunt for a while but did not remember that time. My first memory was when I was four or five years old. It was my birthday. I was living with a foster family in Delaware. It was a happy moment in my young life. I still visited my biological family at times supervised by the State. I spent most of my younger years with that foster family until I was 12 years old. At that point, they adopted me. Shortly after that, they divorced, so I was in another broken home. After the divorce, I lived with my adopted mother. That was a difficult time. I had no father figure to help me learn about things growing up into manhood. My adopted mother and I always argued.
I ran away from home several times. Most of the time, I would wander around downtown and end up going back home when school started up the following week. In my teen years, I had my share of trouble. I was a quiet, shy kid looking for something to fill a void in my life. Getting in trouble was a way of getting attention, but the wrong kind of attention. I remember the last time I got into trouble when I was a teenager. A police officer pulled me aside and talked with me. One of the things he said to me was, “You don’t belong here. You’re a good kid. I don’t want to see you waste your life away.” That got me thinking. Since the divorce, the man in the family, I was only sixteen, and I had to find myself.
Still, I did not know what I wanted to do with my life. Instead of staying at home and doing nothing, I decided to join the service. One weekend I went to the mall where the recruiting offices were. The only one open was the Marine Corps, where a Sergeant greeted me at the door—dressed in his blues uniform. At 16, just the look of the uniform was impressive. Talking to him made me feel that I belonged. That night I signed up. Since I was underage, my adopted mother had to sign me in.
The Corps did straighten me out. I received my training in the field of my choice. As a bonus, I traveled around the world. I lived in Japan for over a year. By the way, great people and culture. If you ever have the chance to visit, I would highly recommend it. Some of my travels have been with the Marine Corps. In the Corps for eight great years, I have met and worked with the finest men and women in the world. The things I have learned while in the Marine Corps have made me the man I am today.
After the Corps, I found work in the computer field. I have seen the computer evolve over the past 40 years from big mainframe computers with vacuum tubes to the laptop that I am currently using today. That has been a journey in itself. I have enjoyed my endeavors and am hoping to find satisfaction in my writing. In closing, I hope you enjoy my website as you partake in my journey in this fork of the road called LIFE.