I often look at life as a choose-your-own-adventure novel, the kind where the reader faces a series of narrative crossroads, and the choices they make along the way determine the outcome of the story. When I was a kid, maybe nine or 10, I could tear through one of those books in an afternoon; only I never wanted to choose just one path — after hitting the end of one version of the story, I would go back to each turning point in the novel and change my choices, trying to work through every possible ending.
In real life it’s rare to get the chance to revisit those crossroads moments. But this summer I did just that.
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to live. in the woods. 