Random Thoughts: on dangerous places
I’m not much of a risk taker. I remember a time when I would stick my hand in a hamster cage in a heartbeat. It wasn’t a lack of fear – I always knew I could get bitten and how much it hurt. I’d been hamster bit many a time. It was just that I wanted to hold that hamster more than I feared the hamster’s bite.
I’m not that girl anymore.
I don’t know when she disappeared, when the fear of the bite overtook my excitement and desire to reach into dangerous places.
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Are you a risk taker or do you keep on the safe side? Were you always like that?
Is playing it a bit more safe just a normal part of growing up, learning and deciding what risks we are and aren’t willing to take?
As I got older, did I gain more fear, or lose my excitement?
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steadily skipping stones 