I love newbie's..I always took domesticated people with me, to break them free, until they were ready to go on their own. It always made me feel like I was doing something worth while. I love their melt downs..i'd took it as they were still alive and human. I hoped they'd do the same and there'd be more of us out of the system..the whole power in numbers thing...aside from anything though, newb's were always more pure hearted to me and less likely to have something to prove. It was like reliving the newness of the whole experience through them.
I started when I was 15, when my family sent me to ohio, in hopes it would change me..than the other half of the family sent me back to tn to get rid of me, i just left once i was back in tn. I remember being able to breathe for my first times. I was back packing aroung for a few years and got caught up with a controlling guy for a few years, than started rubber tramping and I remember how freaked out I was that time around and realized it was the vehicles causing it and learning the earth is a safe haven above any securities man made stuff can offer..i learned how to do it without vehicles again and through it all I drug other people off with me.
I tryed to take this other person, out of this group, I was schooling about sqautting outskirts style, but we got pulled off our first train and he was extridited for a year sentence..the person that took me on my first trains was cool with me taking random people with us. He was the type to take green horns too.