Now I must confess to you that I was somewhat spoilt as a child and as I came of age, my despairing father, after finally having the last straw with me, disowned me. I was cast out into the world with only the clothes in which I was standing.

After finding that all those that I considered my friends, were in fact just as self centered and shallow as I, turning their backs, rather that taking me in, I did the only thing left to me. I sold my clothes, which gave me enough for a new shabby wardrobe, a tent, sleeping bag and a means of escape, a ladies bicycle. I could not longer stay in my home town, it was too humiliating, so I ran, well peddled.
I came to a place called, Hidden Springs. And although I found myself destitute, I also found the scenery somewhat comforting.

The next day I was a little rattled by my new predicament, I no longer had my fathers money or name to protect me. Lets just say, I was becoming rather paranoid.

Thankfully no one stopped me, or ran me out of town. I found a fishing park, which even had a fire pit, and set out to catch my own meal for the first time in my life.

A somewhat disheartening experience, I found.

Until finally!

You have no idea what hunger can do to the mind. That little fish seemed like a feast to me.

Burnt on the outside and raw on the inside, and the best damned thing I had ever tasted.

And all of that effort had drained me and sent me into an exhausted sleep.

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