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>be me (this'll be a long one)
>raised by parents from a young age to "waste not, want not"
>always finish what's on my plate
>never a picky eater, just glad to be fed a warm meal
>incidentally, even living alone in a city i don't eat out much, nor do i eat unhealthy
>i do eat a fair bit though, thanks to fit
>back home i lived in a suburb with half an acre of wooded backyard
>father always taught me to show respect for nature
>father would show me outdoor skills
>firestarting
>foraging for plants and mushrooms
>throwing knives
>one time, i wanted to see if i could smoke some meat using a hole and a canopy, and a bunch of fresh leaves
>it took a really long time
>from late morning to dark
>he sat with me outside for like, eight hours that day
>but my dad was not perfect
>he had a passive nature
>he was never really able to stand up to my mom
>my mom had no interest in what we did outdoors
>she had an authoritarian mindset
>she was a tyrant at times
>at the same time, she provided a foil for dad's gentle nature
>don't get me wrong, she was effective at running the household, the family finances, and maintainin the household income
>but i love her for different reasons
>this passage is mainly about my dad
>back to my dad
>he loved the animals of the forest
>he had a crowfeeder, where he would throw expired meat and grain
>sometimes he would sprinkle loose popcorn or other grain on a bench for the squirrels too
>in the summer, he would have a hummingbird feeder stocked with sugar water
>in the winter and summer, he had a birdfeeder that the chickadees and nasty blue jays would pick out of
>for compost, there was a big bucket that he would fill and later bring down to the compost pile, designated by wooden posts
>more than once, you would switch on the light at night to find a horde of racoons picking through it
>a couple times, there was a possum curled up right in the bucket, looking like "can i help you?"
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