Nightime alone was always something special for me as a youngster. Grandaddy had built a small lake in 1955. I was born in '51 and grew up on Grandaddy's farm, wandering the woods, fields and fishing in the surrounding lakes and ponds. As I got older I really enjoyed "camping out" at the lakes and ponds. One, in particular, had a high bank on one side where I made my campsite. I was also a Boy Scout for many years, so camping was in my blood.
There was one summer that I spent more nights under the stars than I did at home in bed............ many of them alone. That time was from approximately age 12 to age 17. If I was ever scared I don't remember it, and it wasn't important enough to override my love of the woods, and isolation.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am certainly not an anti-social person. I really enjoy hunting, and being with, my friends. But that said, I am very content with being alone. I've been alone much of my life for long periods, but I've never been lonely.
SRH
