Raccoons

In the spring of 1991 our flock of some 70-odd sheep, living on the 100-acre island that I grew up, on was massacred. Luckily all the sheep weren’t wiped out all at once. It was after the first couple victims were discovered and investigated that we suspected some type of carnivorous predator (although to this day its identity remains a mystery.) After we got more of an idea of what we were dealing with we …

…Island. That was it. I grew up as part of a small interdependent community, something rare in the world today, and am thankful for that. I am grateful that my parents believed in exposing their children to the wider world as well. This exposure has prepared me for what is to come. One cannot stay in their childhood forever. Unlike the raccoons, which were forced from their childhood home, I am eager for the adventure.