I was a feral child. As that kid, I pushed aside a summer screen and slipped out a second story window, grabbing the nape of a pine tree, jumped into space and rode that tree down to the ground under my window, and ran off to have fun. Son of a gun. We'll have big fun... After me, that pine tree was bent at the top like a fisherman's hook. I have always wandered off. Or drifted away.
I went west. took my time until I ran into ocean.
My first...
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