Vandwelling in the blood

[Scott7022]

While I never ran away I often went cAmping. Normal at 12. Not so much at six or seven. Dad would come find me in the forest by our house. Staying out overnight he’d ask. I said yes and usually he’d say see you for breakfast then. Sometimes Georgi Girl my 150 pound Saint would come along for the adventure. Sometimes I was alone.

Then like our camp counselor I joined the military. Didn’t know then that it was designed to chew you up and spit you out. It choked on me and at the end of the day, recently speaking, I won. Lol.

Most certainly in the blood. The yearning for adventure devil usually getting the best of the safety angel. The longer you’re in Danger Close situations the more you see the reality of our fragile nature. Like any skill set it is learned slowly, and usually the tuition is pain.

Out the other side it’s not all rainbows and unicorns but it is freedom and the price for that is… Priceless.

I think the greatest gift is meeting weirdos like yourself and quietly sharing a drink by the fire with others.


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