My Love for Real Estate and Construction Started When I was 4 Years Old

Check out the cover image to this article. See the little girl with her backpack? That’s the closest image I could find to match the story.

4 yeas old

When I was 4 years old, our family only had one vehicle and my stepdad worked in construction. So every morning, my parents would pack us up at 4:00 AM. I would wrap up in the blanket my grandmother had made for me and get my backpack together.

Every morning, would be filled with the sounds of classic music by BB King, Cookie and the Cupcakes, and Ray Charles, and the smells of baked biscuits and warm coffee.

Then we’d head out to his worksite. He drove dumptrucks most of the time and I can remember how tiny I felt at 4 years old, standing next to those monstrous trucks.

Every morning, my stepdad and all the folks in construction would be up, breaking their backs, in my dad’s case, literally, to build the world around us.

That’s one of my earliest memories — the hard work that goes in everyday to build the world we enjoy.

9 years old