SpicyDepression

Survival The beginning... It's so hard to think, so hard to recall what life was like before... but, I must remember. I must always remember. It was Tuesday morning, 7 AM. Way earlier than any normal teenager on summer break would be up at. But, my parents being my parents, insisted that we get on the road early so we could get the four hour drive from Banff to Jasper National Park out of the way. We'd been on the road a few days, staying over night in camp grounds and cheap motels when it rained, so I was completely stoked on arriving at our destination and having a few days of downtime in the woods. The drive was a blur of blasting punk