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  • Writer's pictureCatherine Norton


I had a childhood friend who lived beside railroad tracks. When we heard a train coming, we'd run to the backyard, push our backs against the shoddy stockade fence, feel the rumble of the earth, the tremble of the wood, and scream as loud as we could while the freight train barreled through, horn wailing, just a few feet from us.

Wow! What a release!

Childhood is no picnic. The teen years are even worse, but they have horror films, roller coasters, and heavy metal to help release their tension. Adulthood is no joyride either, which begs the question:

How do you let your screams out?

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