Too Soft a Boy
I made this comic from a memory. Funny thing is, I am not sure that it is totally real. I remember that for a short time, part of my family raised rabbits for meat. They would be hit on the back of the skull to sever the spine from the brain. I remember being forced to watch. Being shown how to kill and clean them. It was supposed to be a learning experience, I think. I'm sure if you come from a family that farms and hunts, this is nothing out of the ordinary. As a child I wanted to be as far away from that lifestyle as I could get. I did learn to hunt, and killed as little as I could get away with. Pretending to miss on purpose, even though I was a pretty good shot. I never found the joy in it. Too soft a boy, terrified of harming anything. I do genuinely wonder how much a memory will change over time. Were the rabbits white? Did you look away?