Anecdotally, I lived in Sanaa for a while as a kid in the '80’s, and one of my enduring memories is seeing kids in the street with AK’s. Other highlights included being chased up a pile of concrete and rebar by a pack of wild dogs, and riding in a helicopter that they used in one of the Rambo movies (the Afghanistan one, I think).
Hey, I appreciate the sentiment. I didn’t really think any of that was trauma-inducing—except the dogs, but a friendly labrador helped me get over that a year or two later. Luckily, I’ve stocked up on all kinds of trauma since then! These are just colorful childhood memories.
Anecdotally, I lived in Sanaa for a while as a kid in the '80’s, and one of my enduring memories is seeing kids in the street with AK’s. Other highlights included being chased up a pile of concrete and rebar by a pack of wild dogs, and riding in a helicopter that they used in one of the Rambo movies (the Afghanistan one, I think).
I’m sorry, that sounds really traumatic and I hope it hasn’t followed you with additional trauma.
Hey, I appreciate the sentiment. I didn’t really think any of that was trauma-inducing—except the dogs, but a friendly labrador helped me get over that a year or two later. Luckily, I’ve stocked up on all kinds of trauma since then! These are just colorful childhood memories.