Sure... why not?
Loved planes and flying pretty much my whole life. Wanted to fly but wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth or 20/20 uncorrected vision, so I needed to come up with a way to pay for it.
So 14 years ago, one year out of high school and one year into General Studies going pretty much nowhere, I decided to become an AME. My logic was it paid better than minimum wage and it was in a relevant field. Government grants actually covered the tuition costs and I was employed within a week of graduating.
My first employer just happened to be in the same town my mom lived, so I boomeranged back and managed to put quite a bit of money away. Working on heavy metal at Kelowna Flightcraft (Boing 727s, Convair 580s) and being at the airport all the time seeing the F28s, 737-200s, and Dash 8s go by got me the bug to fly more than ever. I went down the street and got my my PPL (paid cash). Got it signed off Sep 9, 2001.
The events of the next few days really shook me up about a career as a pilot. Plus I had other things on the brain, like a girlfriend who I was going to be married to in less than a year.

Kept my currency but little else for a year, then got laid off due to post 9/11 crap and was out of work for three months.
Got a job at a different flight school in Penticton, and got a deal on my CPL with pretty much a guarantee of a job right away. CPL signed off on Dec 17, 2003 and I went right into commercial 172 flying (boat counts), Cherokee Six flying (cargo) and finally a bit of instructing as I got my Class 4. Bought a house, got my AME license, flew my first revenue flight, and became a father all within a few short months.
Work got thin and I left (I could have stayed, but couldn't have survived) to go contracting on big jets. Pay good, work bad. Contract lasted a year and then I went to work at a paint shop. They always kept an aircraft on company insurance, so all I had to do was provide gas and I could fly as much as I wanted. Still cost and wasn't enough flying.
Got offered my current job out of the blue four years ago. My cell phone rang on a cold April day I was scrounging for parts in the junk yard offering a salaried pilot/AME position full time for better than I was making as an AME. I had worked with a friend of the owner at my first job and never though that that type of networking could work. I jumped at the opportunity and flew five hours my first day there--more than the previous three months.
Still here, flying a 172 ten years after I got my license. Fly a 206 and a 337 as well and never fly straight and level for more than ten seconds. Mostly scenic flights (which I love doing) plus some charters, wildlife survey and telemetry, fire patrols, photography and filming, and all kinds of wild goose/cow/boat/car chases. Nice that every day is different but I still get to come home pretty much every night and can enjoy a somewhat normal suburban life (though we live in a beautiful small tourist town).
And though I started it as a means to get flying, I still love getting my hands dirty. If I ever go to purely flying, there definitely will be a project aircraft in my garage.
Much different that I thought it would turn out, but I'm pretty satisfied none the less. I have lost count of how many times people tell me I have the coolest job in the world.
