I live on a farm though, so I've sort of been put in a situation where I should enjoy being outside at least occassionally.
Here's my nature stories from the last couple of days:
I'm exceptionally pale. I'm prone to heat exhaustion, so I tend to not stay outside for long periods of time. I was out for about 2 hours on Saturday and I'm already sort of sun burned. Maybe bright red is the new tan.
I'm petrified of snakes. Petrified. When I was growing up, rubber snakes weren't allowed in our house. If a snake came on tv, the channel was changed. My mom would go through my science text books and cover the pictures of snakes so I wouldn't be afraid to turn the pages. Yes, it's ridiculous, but it's true. I've gotten a little better with the tv thing (we don't have to change the channel, unless it happens to be a nature program on the life of snakes or something). I was cleaning up the yard on Saturday and went to move a hay bale. I reached for the strings, and almost TOUCHED a snake. Oh. My. Gravy. I've never been that close to a snake before, and not only did I almost touch it, I almost picked up the hay and put it against my body. Yuck. I still shiver at the thought of how close I came. And then I giggle about how quickly I ran away and how loud I screamed. At the top of my lungs. Like a cheerleader in a bad horror movie.
I'm sitting in my living room,
This is my experience with nature: sun burns, close encounters with snakes, and stupid birds with flat foreheads.
Why do I love it here so much? :)