I have to admit that those piles of firewood give me some nostalgia for my childhood. They had me sectioning and splitting firewood (with a full sized ax) by the time I was 10. Another sami-norse child-rearing practice that would be considered "endangerment" by today's standards, I think. Of course, they didn't have me using chain saws and arc-welders until I was 13, so its not like they were being "reckless" by their standards. First they taught me to drive cars, motorboats, motorcycles, and snowmobiles. I wasn't allowed to use any firearm that would actually knock me over from the recoil without adult supervision, either. Good thing I was a big kid, or I might have felt left behind :)
Oh, and I love bacon! On my training regime, I get bacon for breakfast every day!
In case you didn't realize it, I DO have a sense of humor. How about you?
"I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer... I will face my fear. I will let it pass over and through me, and when it has gone, only I will remain." --The Bene Gesserit
"Time is a spiral. Space is a curve. I know you get dizzy, but try not to lose your nerve." -- Neil Peart
"I'm not in the ship. I am the ship." -- River Tam
"The truth is simple. It's the lies that get complicated." -- me
"No matter where you go, there you are." --Buckaroo Banzai