After many, long, hard years working for the federal government, it was finally time for me to retire. It was a day I had waited for, all of my life. No more work and finally being able to enjoy life to its fullest, everyday, was something that I had dreamed of since I first began washing dishes at my hometown's local restaurant, at the age of sixteen.
The day came and went, almost as if it had never happened. I had a big ceremony and, afterward, a party, celebrating my retirement with large groups of co-workers, friends, and family. It was a day to remember with pride and the satisfaction of a job well done. I had worked hard all of my life and one of the many perks of working for the government was that I would be well taken care of in my retirement years. I was so happy that it was finally happening.
After the initial adjustment period to retirement life, I soon became involved in several private clubs and organizations, all for the enjoyment of spending time with others who all shared with me one hobby or another. One of the foremost of those hobbies, for me, was golfing. The best part about spending my time doing nothing but hobbies I enjoyed was that, not only did I never have to do anything except what I thought was fun, but I could do these things with my family, for the most part. Spending time with them made retirement even sweeter.
This went on for nearly a year. It was a period of my life that I would always remember with fondness. I can