Other People's Stuff...

    I have changed my best friends. I didn’t mean to. It just sort of happened. One week I was doing one thing, and the next, I was doing something else. If I planned it, I would have said, “No way.” You stick with your friends, no matter what. Except it didn’t happen like that. See, I never meant to do it. What happened was, I took a hike into uncharted territory... and never came back.

    Don’t get me wrong. I am not a flake. And I guess if I would show up at the old places and say, “Hi, guys!” they’d all probably pound me on the back and ask where I’ve been. The thing is, I just plain don’t want to go there anymore. Not because they aren’t all great -- they are! It’s just that I got enchanted out here in the wilderness and haven’t been back, yet. But -- hey, I’m going to. One of these days when I’m not so busy.

    See, ever since I got elected captain of my patrol, I have way more responsibilities. Not to mention all the time it takes to be the star of a new wildlife documentary show, when you still have to keep up with homework and chores at home. Mom would never (and I mean NEVER) change her mind about that, even if I was the next Crocodile Hunter. That’s just the way she is, and -- like I say -- you can’t pick your parents.

    But the biggest reason I changed best friends is the people I met since I got here. On account of they’re just like me. Better even. Because I couldn’t come up with half my great ideas without all of them giving me their ideas to think over in the first place. And you know what? I didn’t even know wilderness stuff was what I liked best until I got here. Which only goes to show how much a person can miss out on if they don’t take a little time to look at other people’s stuff once in a while. Instead of just their own. Anyway, I’m way glad I did.

Seriously,

   W.K.

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