#i'm up to my old tree-climbing shenanigans again :D

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Okay storytime because I always say on this blog how feral I am but never back it up:

When I was a kid we lived at this apartment complex and there was a boulder in front near the parking lot which sat next to a tree. I've since gone back and it's actually pretty small now that I've grown, but when I was tiny I would crawl all over it like an animal and play with the little nuts that fell down into it and sometimes throw them or collect them like I was a dragon sitting on my hoard.

when I was about ten maybe? Probably younger actually. Steve Irwin (the crocodile hunter) was one of my biggest heroes and I loved animals and nature so much. I loved to play outside and there was this section of trees near our apartment and once I went over there and picked up a snake by the end of the tail with my bare hand and proceeded to yell "look I'm Steve Irwin!" to my mother. I lucked out and it was only a garter snake but I didn't know it at the time.

in elementary school after moving to a new town, there was (It's still there) a small tree just outside the playground that I would go back to in the summertime the following years and climb in my bare feet.

At our old house there was a small but somewhat steep hill (maybe ten, eleven feet high?) going from our porch area down to the front lawn, and it was covered in rocks with blackberry bushes growing out of the cracks. We would pick some of the berries from the bottom and eat them. My mother said if I got enough she would use them to make pie. So being a feral tween who loved to climb and please my mother, clearly the only option for me was to grab a big bowl. I then went out and starting at the bottom, climbed these big rocks that I could have cracked my head open on on my own, carefully avoiding all the thorns around me, and kept going up until the bowl was full (or I reached the top). The pie was amazing if you were wondering.

In high school biology, I had a male teacher that I loved and saw as a father figure because my real father is shit , and tried very hard to please him. He was the type of fun teacher that would take the class out on "teaching" walks. He had a snake stick with him every time we went out into the woods, hoping to catch one. That entire semester, he did not catch one, although he came close. I, however, caught at least three. Once again, with my bare hands. One of them I even caught while I was wearing a dress. That one sprayed pheromones on me (a defense mechanism), and somehow although my arms stunk to high heaven managed to keep my dress clean. I also caught a frog in that class, and showed it to him. When I said "it's small though," he said it was even more impressive because the smaller ones are faster.

In other classes I walked barefoot in a stream, ran through a museum with my splitting up buddy because we wanted to see everything, fell on my ass in a river while wearing a dress under waders collecting samples, actually I wore waders in deep water multiple times knowing full well I couldn't swim, and ran ahead of the class in the woods with asthma just so I could climb a tree and sit in it while I waited for them.

also in high school I was briefly in a D&D group, and sometimes we would play with the host's nerf guns. On one occasion it was decided that the three or four boys would go against me, the only girl there, and I actually won held my own.

special mention my best friend owned farm animals and I ran barefoot through a muddy bird poop covered backyard chasing ducklings.

that's all I can think of atm but basically I'm a nut job and a feral bastard.

Tagging some mutuals to read about my chaotic dumbass shenanigans:

@gravityshifter9 @shana-rosee @onceandfuturehimbo @tuxtuxtux12 @ineffable0husbands @orangejuiceobituary

everyones appropriating feral culture these days. where were you when i was a kid eating various mosses, lichens, and flowers in the woods? where were you when i was practicing my realistic wolf howl under the moon? real ferals smash that mf reblog if you spent your entire childhood in the forest barefoot scouring the land for nutrients and growling at people!