My dad was an amateur radio operator since he was 17, and as soon as I could read he gave me a manual to start studying for my first license. All during the summer when I was 11 I studied my butt off, and failed the test twice before I finally got my call sign.
But then I never used the radio my dad had, so I just gave it back to him. And when my parents got divorced, he took all the radios, and I was glad to see them go. As a young woman, I don’t really have much to talk about with fat old white guys.
I am glad, however, that if I need to, I can help out in an emergency situation. That’s a good reason to get licensed.
