A friend of mine, born in 1959 or so, put himself through college trapping on the Minnesota River just outside of the Twin Cities, MN.
In 1975 I back-packed in Wyoming for two weeks by myself at the age of 15. (I still can’t figure out why my parents allowed me - and encouraged me.)
In 1977 I was in love with a gal that loved to ride horses, fish and hunt - and those were the days when a gal like that didn’t have to become transgender to “be who they really are.”
Yeah, i was born in ‘55. Transgender, never heard of it. Mowing lawns and bagging groceries for money, first car 62 buick skylark. you could camp almost anywhere in Michigan. grew up in Flint, always excited about the new car models coming in the fall. days long gone.
My friend and I biked from our home (Connecticut) to Cape Cod in 1971. My trusty 3 speed Raliegh did the job. We called our parents (both of our moms stayed home) about 3 times. High school? My cousin carried his rifle during deer season in his UNLOCKED truck, along with most of the students and staff. In high school, I was campaigning for Richard Nixon. I didn’t get in trouble for my views until college, when my polisci professor told us to vote for Jimmah instead of Gerald. (In 76, I wanted Ronald Reagan, but I voted for Gerald Ford.). She flunked me, but I complained so I got a D.