My father was considered the most cowardly man in my
village.
He was afraid to hunt, was wary of strangers approaching and became extremely agitated when pressed to give an overly opinionated
point of view.
How others saw him made him nervous. How he was perceived
was a constant source of angst. All in all, the most cowardly man I ever
met.
The pressure on me therefore, to be the same as him was
immense.
But I was a brave young man who reveled in excitement and danger.
There would be no hope for me in my village.
But I was a brave young man who reveled in excitement and danger.
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