A Lucky Child




     I spent my summers at various YMCA and Boy Scouts camp.  I admired and listened to every counselor and adult that I came in contact with.  We usually stayed in tents with wooden floors, and to this day the smell of treated canvas rockets me back all those years.  I took it for granted that those older guys were concerned about me and wanted to teach me things I needed to know.  I wanted to grow up so I could be as cool as they were.
     I did not realize that I was growing up in the last days of a collapsing society.  My values now were my values then.  I believe in treating every single person on the square, rewarding achievement
and punishing bad behavior.  I believe it is the duty of the single male to put his life second to the young or helpless.  I care more about reading than anything else in my life, family excepted.  I love the outside, it sure is a shame that where I live is so damn hot during the day.  This is the Cri de Coeur for today.  Abayo.

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