What is it about our youth that makes us so fearless? I used to sit beyond the breaking waves and dangle my legs in the water for hours; snakes didn’t preoccupy my thoughts and I’m sure there was no such thing as a White-tailed Spider. Are we naive? Stupid? Untouched by mortality?
I’ve recently faced a few fears and that doesn’t include visiting a winery and not touching a drop of alcohol. My sister persuaded me to join her on a surf-ski at Wilson’s Prom and despite my attempts to educate her about nearby Great White Shark nesting grounds, she told me “too bad” and took me out much farther than two humans in a seal-shaped canoe should be.
I sometimes wonder if she used up most of the courage gene in the womb. She’s sleeping in a caravan where a tiger snake took up residence in a cupboard. My brother-in-law trapped it with an oar until the ranger came because there’s a “no kill” policy at national parks.
I’ve tried to imagine what the snake in the cupboard incident would be like if it was my husband and I. I don’t know if you remember that episode of The Simpsons where they investigated a murder but it was just Ned Flanders screaming over drapes?
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