Sunday, December 8, 2013

Confession: Growing up my idea of a good time was a trip to the library, reading young american biographies, and paging through survival books.

I loved playing in the creek, catching crayfish and minnows, cracking acorns open and pulverizing the meat, learning different knots, stringing twine and sharpening the end of sticks to make a bow and arrows - all while pretending I was the kid from My Side of the Mountain. I just needed a pet peregrine falcon to complete my ensemble.


I never understood the obsession with that talking sponge or barbies.

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