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RE: Hugs for Everyone! (A rant on growing up wild)
What a wild read!
Alaska in the 1970s must have been a real adventure. But I'm sure, like anything, the thrill wears off if you're growing up around it 100% of the time.
Glad you came through un-mauled by wildlife. But I fear your current environs might be even more perilous.
Not savage beasts my oppressors, but those that told me they loved me, have done me wrong.
When I am faced with an enraged predator, I know exactly what to expect, and can consider what I should do with good information. This is not the case when I am told I am loved.
No one that I knew hated me could have done me the harm that those I believed loved me did.
For this reason alone, I love them that hate me. They do me a favor by being honest. They all deserve bear hugs!