Manatees and the Gator Aggravator
(The following isn't about advertising, but the call to care for all things. Though I'm sure it's part of my story that influenced why I care about the advertising industry, too.)
We moved to Crystal River, Florida, when I turned twelve. We were poor and running but Mom kept her head on straight and gave us room to thrive as best as she could.
I quickly discovered the water, living as we did a hundred yards from streams and marshes that within a quarter of a mile connected to the Crystal River itself. We’d frequent its shoreline beaches and famous springs and occasionally go boating with friends or fellow church members. Drifting across the intersection of inlets and outlets and jumping from the bow of a pontoon boat into hot Florida sun and bone-cold spring-fed water bring back good memories. What a marvelous place to frolic when you live in government housing.
Those were my middle school years and play wasn’t always mother-approved. Read the rest of this article at HighCallingBlogs.com.
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2 comments:
Hey, I remember this article! :)
Now you could write about manatees and the oil slick. Which makes me even sadder.
I'm not too worried about them. I'm not even terribly saddened by the oil slick in the long run. I mean, it's terrible now, but human-made disasters seem to lead to innovative improvements, new public opinions, and, in the case of environmental messes, better care for the earth.
In the meantime, though, I'll join you in being sadder.
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