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I grew up in Michigan but I never really felt like I lived there. I didn’t like the cold, or the wet, or the wind, or the ice, or the dark, or most of the people.
When I explain to people not from the mid-west what it was like growing up in the mitten, I’m usually met with disbelief. However, I do have a knack for letting my story-telling get away from me, so describing frost giants smashing towns while ice dragons laid waste to large cities probably sounded like a fairy tale.
Oh, and the ice pirates, can’t forget about them.
You may hate where you’re from, but you can never change it. The best you can hope for is to scare some other place’s locals into believing that you survived Hell on Earth. So, here’s to you Michiganders and your steadfast fortitude at surviving in the mitten state in the winter months!
July 26, 2010