Stop in for a cup of coffee

Its posts like this I can't relate to, never made it out of the 5th grade, but when I was 15 I was built like a 25 year old with zero face hair, and barely any on my legs. From some stories I have heard I was lucky,, but I know I missed a bunch of cool fun stuff.
We come from a different place cousin. These boys never had to chase the crops across the country! Drag their sack or flat up to the Bossman table with family name on it, get it weighed, emptied and back to the rows ya went! Everyone told me how brave and patriotic I was for joining the Marines so early. Heck I was just hungry and they promised to feed me! No more complicated than that!