Meanwhile in an Alaskan Childhood

Yeah, so today we track our children with GPS devices, they never wander off into the woods to break a leg falling in the creek while joy riding an abandoned shopping cart. They never take off on their bikes all day only to return at nightfall for food.

Growing up in Alaska pre-internet, we lived life to the fullest without the help of pixels. And yeah, that’s me in the picture on my trusty Yamaha GT-80.

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