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You know. Some of my fondest memories as a child were on days when my dad would let me stay home from school and we’d go fishing. I loved the outdoors, but I was too young to truly understand why if you carry it in you carry it out. I was too young to appreciate the time he and my grandparents took to teach me edible native plants.
Then I became a teenager and even an adult, and I was too busy. I didn’t go outside like I should have. I didn’t care.
Now I’m old, and I’m starting to do those things I loved as a kid. I’m starting to hunt and fish again. But even in my short time on earth the changes I’ve noticed are crazy. Especially in regards to insects that I don’t see anymore.