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monday, december 20, 2004
Fish heads and smelly children

A scary picture from 4-H camp, six years ago:

The day I killed two fish.

It’s the catch of the morning - and I caught two. Every morning, a dozen of us woke up at five to go fish at the nearby stocked lake. I ended up catching more than any other girl that week and won a fishing pole. We cleaned and smoked my poor trout and I ate them.

I started eating vegetarian a year later.

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