Memories
	The Work 1964 - 1968

If I have to blame anyone else but me for what was later happening in my life it is the words written in my report card in the 2nd year of my schooltime:

"Steen is an ornament to his class"

It was really embarrassing, because I wanted only to have a good time together with the people I liked and nothing else, I was not wanting to be anything special.

A kind of laziness creeped up on me, only school subjects, like history and mathematics, were still something I liked. With a moderate work I passed the examinations - a kind of play I think.

Suddenly one day in 1964 I got so tired of going to school and wrote an application to one of the Danish finance houses. I got the job. Looking back this decision is the worst I ever have done instead of finishing the school, going to the university and being something.

It was something my parents got a little displeased about.My father had wanted me to be a dentist like him and my mother had wanted me to be a forest supervisor.

Still the music was filling my life - it was supporting my need for a wonderful woman.

My last year as teen-ager began with a big bang.

A gasworks in Copenhagen blew up. The gasworks was placed about 6 Kilometers / 3.7 Miles from where I was working that saturday morning. I remember a streetcar was just comming - In the first place I thought it was going off the rails.

The same evening there was a party at my parents house.

Funny isn't it?

One more time in my life I am making a big mistake. The first year I was working in the bank things were good - I learned a lot, but suddenly one day in 1965 I was transferred to one of the silliest jobs you could have in a bank.

I know today what I should have done - quit the job - I didn't.