My Story

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.