I recently had the opportunity to describe my passion for the environment in a letter. I found it to be a difficult, but enlightening exercise . . . heres the first paragraph.
When anyone asks me where my passion for protecting the environment came from, the best I can do is say that I spent most of my childhood hanging out in the creeks and woods that surrounded my home. My sister brought home any stray animal she could get her hands on. My brother grew plants in the basement. The walls of our house were practically transparent. The doors were always open and my worldview was formed. There is no boundary between where I end and nature begins. It must be the creek water in my veins.
