My Village

My father was considered the most cowardly man in my village.
He was afraid to hunt, was wary of strangers approaching and became extremely agitated when pressed to give an overly opinionated point of view.
How others saw him made him nervous. How he was perceived was a constant source of angst. All in all, the most cowardly man I ever met.
The pressure on me therefore, to be the same as him was immense.
But I was a brave young man who reveled in excitement and danger.
There would be no hope for me in my village.

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