This thought occurred to me just now.
I love camping and paddling a canoe, but I only really started in earnest after I met Natalie, and my outdoor skills are not exactly of the highest calibre. (If I were on "Survivor," I'd be the one desperately seeking an alliance as soon as the plane landed.) I'm not totally useless. I now know how to lift a canoe over my head, light a camp stove and mix a decent bag of gorp. But my knots are pitifully limp, my orienteering is generally suspect, and my J-stroke could be charitably described as herky-jerky.
I was a suburban city kid, and the summers when I was old enough to be on my own but young enough to not yet have a job were mostly spent biking to the local Becker's for slushies, swimming in the public pool, and playing endless games of burby and road hockey.
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