Do I identify as a child of the west?

           Salutations blog followers, today we are to focus on whether or not I am a child of the west. You know what, I think I am. I was born on the west coast and I have always lived on the west coast. I love the west and I proud to be a child of the west, that's just who I am. Another reason I am a child of the west is both of my parents were from the west just like me so my heritage says "child of the west".

That is all for this week friends.

            Warm Regards,

            Reid McCaw

Coming of Age

Dearest Blog Followers, 

         Today I am going to mix up the usual routine with the blogging experience. We are going to explore into the deepness of "coming of age". More specifically, this guy's coming of age…

         It was a frosty summer morning in the British Colombia wilderness. I arose from my bed around the time of 6:30. I grabbed a small, buttery piece of wheat toast and hopped in my boat. I turned the key and I was off. I had never caught a salmon by myself (which is an unbelievable accomplishment for a child) before and that is what I planned to do that day. I raced another 30 minutes to the fishing grounds then I slowed down the boat and let out my lines. After a few minutes, I had my first bite. The line was peeling out of the reel, and then the line went slack. The fish was gone before I could pick up the rod. I was distraught. Then suddenly the other rod went off and the fish was even stronger than the first. I picked up the rod and slowly worked the fish to the boat. As it neared the boat, I realized the net was in the front of the boat. There was only one choice, I had to pull the fish up with my hand. I put my hand in the fishes gills and hauled it into the boat. When I finally killed the fish, this strange feeling came over me. It was nothing I had ever felt before. It was the feeling of becoming a man.


           Warm Regards,
          Reid McC

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