…of being in my sixties, but that would be a lie. As early as my teens, I noticed that “adventure” frequently involved things that happened in films, plays, operas, daytime soaps, novels, movies-of-the-week, etc. Those included actors either written out in the third scene or hired to lie limply in the background smeared with fake blood, scenes set in hospitals or police stations, fired guns, scary music, weeping parents/lovers/spouses/siblings/children, falling masonry, fires, jail cells, cold-turkey withdrawal, car chases, etc.
It further did not escape my notice that it was always my “adventurous” classmates, the ones who, at fifteen, were convinced they were savvy and worldly-wise because they knew where to buy a dime-bag, who ended up pregnant/expelled/incarcerated, etc.
So, while I have not spent my life sitting in a back room knitting, when invited on an “adventure” I always have questions about security. If not satisifed by the answer, my response is a polite “no.” My past “advantures” include surviving two killer hurricanes, a dangerous car crash, a pandemic, and a major earthquake. Adventure knows where to find me if it wants me.
Pam Troy 