47: Liberty

I grew up in a county in Montana where we walked to grade school by ourselves, and didn’t realize there was anything to fear. My brother and I would hike into the woods to find an open mine shaft, hoping to glimpse a bear or wildcat, in spite of the lurking tick that carried Rocky Mountain fever. Alienated in high school, I didn’t know how to behave so I wouldn’t be ridiculed. Little did I realize this would be my training as a liberal anarchist.

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