When I was a kid, I had access to stuff that I should not have had access to.
I was curious, I poked around in places I shouldn't have, but no one really looked after me.
I was an afterthought, I was a pest.
I learned to be alone.
I learned to be alone.
I went for long walks in the hills, I explored, I walked through railroad tunnels, I walked across trestles, I tempted fate by standing on my tippy-toes over 100 feet in the air on a railroad bridge, in reverse, sometimes hoping for oblivion.
No one called my name.
My grandfather, among his many vocations, was a coal miner. He had dynamite and blasting caps in his possession
Have you ever taken blasting caps to school? I did. How's that for show & tell?
Have you ever taken a loaded .25 semi-automatic pistol to school? I did.
Have you ever lined the driveway with flares in a fit of drunken rage? I did.
I had access to all that, yet I never once harmed another person. I could have taken dynamite to school, I could have built a bomb, I could have shot up the school. (At times, I was an angry young man.)
Instead, I did not. I had the means and the method... yet I did not hurt anyone else.
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