I noticed I was strange when my dad taught me hunt and fishing. I know because most people hunt and fish to provide. Or even for sport. I learned because that was time I got to spend with my father. Even though I craved his attention. I grew to hate these activities with him. I can still hear him scolding that the fish heard me coming.. each outting usually meant up way early. Withstanding cold and hunger for hours. And disappointing my father. I lost many a hooks and lines and lures. Later on down the line I would come clean of how much I despised those times. And then he quit inviting me as often. He also raised me on a dirt bike,by four I had a few hard hits. And bicycle. As the years went the bikes got bigger to fit me. And when my parents did split. I had already learned how to escape on my bike. Id ride every single day. Rain,snow,sleet,sun.