I've been thinking about this book a lot lately.
For people who know me well, it should be no surprise it was one of my hidden favorites as a kid. Why no one recommended Hatchet to me, I'll always wonder (I was 8 when it came out).
Girl Scouts hadn't worked out for me as a kid. The leader had moved away; so my grandpa did what a grandpa could. Took me fishing, and taught me to use woodworking tools. Long hikes/walks in the back-lot that would eventually reach the cemetery and then even more woods. He even bought me my first pup-tent so I could "camp" at their house. I'm still not a fan of tents with a pole dividing the opening.... I'm too clumsy.
The desire to strike it out on one's own vs being with the ones you love... Is something we all are too familiar with some days; esp after weeks on end of lock-downs and quarantine thanks to the current worldwide pandemic.
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It's been 3 years since I've posted here - and maybe it's time I archive this space. I'm at a different point in my life. Things... changed. Priorities... changed.
I'm not against blogging - in fact it maybe preferential to the daily mental and emotional drain that social media places when trying to keep up there. Maybe that is how I escape. Like Sam, who wanted to leave the cramped crowded apartment he shared with his family in New York City - maybe forgoing Social Media is my way to escape the hustle and bussle it brings. Maybe this doesn't go away - but evolves....
