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What hazards for a project on a trail to the salt lake city(mormons) should i put? hints plz?
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I am the trail master. my group has 3 wagons. supply wagon, chuck(food) wagon , n' transportation wagon. I am suppose to come up with 10 rules for them to follow, suggestions?, Estimated time travel from independence , missouri to salt lake city Utah. wagons ok not cars(we are pulling the wagon) plz come up with geographcal problems, and micellneous hazards(indian att. wild animals, quicksand)


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The mormons suffered from frost bite, so that would be one, another would be food supply problems, all you would have to do is go on to www.lds.org or www.mormon.org and do searches on the mormon history of the saints acrossed the plains and it will tell you the problems they ran into. From my mormon history I remember they were rushed out and most of them were so rushed they left barefooted in the cold.

“The Significance of the Frontier in American History.”?
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In a recent bulletin of the Superintendent of the Census for 1890 appear these significant words: "Up to and including 1880 the country had a frontier of settlement, but at present the unsettled area has been so broken into by isolated bodies of settlement that there can hardly be said to be a frontier line. In the discussion of its extent, its westward movement, etc., it can not, therefore, any longer have a place in the census reports." This brief official statement marks the closing of a great historic movement. Up to our own day American history has been in a large degree the history of the colonization of the Great West. The existence of an area of free land, its continuous recession, and the advance of American settlement westward, explain American development. . . . The peculiarity of American institutions is the fact that they have been compelled to adapt themselves to the changes of an expanding people—to the changes involved in crossing a continent, in winning a wilderness, and in developing at each area of this progress out of the primitive economic and political conditions of the frontier into the complexity of city life. . . . The American frontier is sharply distinguished from the European frontier— fortified boundary line running through dense populations. The most significant thing about the American frontier is, that it lies at the hither edge of free land. In the census reports it is treated as the margin of that settlement which has a density of two or more to the square mile. The term is an elastic one, and for our purposes does not need sharp definition. . . . In the settlement of America we have to observe how European life entered the continent, and how America modified and developed that life and reacted on Europe. Our early history is the study of European germs developing in an American environment. . . . The frontier is the line of most rapid and effective Americanization. The wilderness masters the colonist. It finds him a European in dress, industries, tools, modes of travel, and thought. It takes him from the railroad car and puts him in the birch canoe. It strips off the garments of civilization and arrays him in the hunting shirt and the moccasin. It puts him in the log cabin of the Cherokee and Iroquois and runs an Indian palisade around him. Before long he has gone to planting Indian corn and plowing with a sharp stick; he shouts the war cry and takes the scalp in orthodox Indian fashion. In short, at the frontier the environment is at first too strong for the man. He must accept the conditions which it furnishes, or perish, and so he fits himself into the Indian clearings and follows the Indian trails. . . . At first, the frontier was the Atlantic coast. It was the frontier of Europe in a very real sense. Moving westward, the frontier became more and more American. As successive terminal moraines result from successive glaciations, so each frontier leaves its traces behind it, and when it becomes a settled area the region still partakes of the frontier characteristics. Thus the advance of the frontier has meant a steady movement away from the influence of Europe, a steady growth of independence on American lines. And to study this advance, the men who grew up under these conditions, and the political, economic, and social results of it, is to study the really American part of our history. . . . The effect of the Indian frontier as a consolidating agent in our history is important. From the close of the seventeenth century various intercolonial congresses have been called to treat with Indians and establish common measures of defense. Particularism was strongest in colonies with no Indian frontier. This frontier stretched along the western border like a cord of union. The Indian was a common danger, demanding united action. . . . . . . [T]he frontier promoted the formation of a composite nationality for the American people. The coast was preponderantly English, but the later tides of continental immigration flowed across to the free lands. . . . The legislation which most developed the powers of the national government, and played the largest part in its activity, was conditioned on the frontier. Writers have discussed the subjects of tariff, land, and internal improvement, as subsidiary to the slavery question. But when American history comes to be rightly viewed it will be seen that the slavery question is an incident. In the period from the end of the first half of the present century to the close of the Civil War slavery rose to primary, but far from exclusive, importance. . . . The growth of nationalism and the evolution of American political institutions were dependent on the advance of the frontier. . . . But the most important effect of the frontier has been in the promotion of democracy here and in Europe. As has been indicated the frontier is productive of individualism. Complex society is precipitated by the wilderness into a kind of primitiv


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What does it mean? Frederick Jackson Turner basically argues that it was the frontier, the sense of there being someplace at the edge, that helped shape the American character. It helped create a spirit of reinvention -- if you didn't like your life, you could always go somewhere else and create a new one. It is also rooted in the spirit of discovery -- of Americans always striving to find out what is next. That applies not just to land, but to scientific achievement, the arts, and ideas. It has fed creativity. The frontier remains a potent idea in American life. John F Kennedy called his plan "the new frontier" for a reason. What's Next is the question that has made the United States what it is.

What do you think of these fast facts?
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1. Nebraska was once called "The Great American Desert". 2. In 1927, Edwin E. Perkins of Hastings invented the powered soft drink Kool-Aid. 3. J. Sterling Morton founded Arbor Day in Nebraska City in 1872. 4. The state nickname used to be the "Tree Planter's State", but was changed in 1945 to the "Cornhusker State". 5. State insect is the honeybee. 6. State motto: Equality before the law. 7. The goldenrod was declared the state flower on April 4, 1895. 8. The Naval Ammunition Depot located in Hastings was the largest U.S. ammunition plant providing 40% of WWII's ammunition. 9. The Lied Jungle located in Omaha is the world's largest indoor rain forest. 10. Nebraska is the birthplace of the Reuben sandwich. 11. Spam (canned meat) is produced in Fremont. 12. Nebraska has the U.S.'s largest aquifer (underground lake/water supply), the Ogalala aquifer. 13. Nebraska has more miles of river than any other state. 14. The Union Pacific's Bailey Yards, in North Platte, is the largest rail classification complex in the world. 15. Nebraska is the only state in the union with a unicameral (one house) legislature. 16. Nebraska was the first state to complete its segment of the nations mainline interstate system, a 455 mile stretch of four lane highway. 17. Nebraska is both the nation's largest producer and user of center pivot irrigation. 18. Nebraska's Chimney rock was the most often mentioned landmark in journal entries by travelers on the Oregon Trail. 19. The 911 system of emergency communications, now used nationwide, was developed and first used in Lincoln, Nebraska. 20. Nebraska has more underground water reserves than any other state in the continental U.S. 21. Marlon Brando's mother gave Henry Fonda acting lessons at the Omaha Community Playhouse. 22. Lincoln County is the origin of the world's largest "Wolly Mammoth" elephant fossil. 23. Weeping Water is the nations largest limestone deposit and producer. 24. Mutual of Omaha Corporate headquarters is a public building built with 7 floors underground. 25. The Nebraska Cornhuskers have been to a record 27 consecutive bowl games and 27 consecutive winning seasons 26. The University of Nebraska Cornhusker football team has produced more Academic All-Americans than any other Division I school. 27. In Blue Hill, Nebraska, no female wearing a 'hat that would scare a timid person' can be seen eating onions in public. 28. The world's first college course about radio personality Rush Limbaugh is taught at Bellevue University in Nebraska. 29. Origin of Nebraska's Name: From an Oto Indian word meaning flat water 30. Nebraska's Motto: Equality Before the Law 31. Nebraska's State Gem is the Blue Agate 32. The largest porch swing in the world is located in Hebron, Nebraska and it can sit 25 adults. 33. The world's largest hand-planted forest is Halsey National Forrest near Thedford, Nebraska 34. The world's only museum dedicated to Fur Trading is located at Fort Atkinson near Blair. 35. The famous architect, Edward Durrell Stone, designed the Stuhr Museum near Grand Island, Nebraska. 36. The University of Nebraska-Lincoln weight room is the largest in the country. It covers three-fourths of an acre 37. Chevyland USA near Elm Creek, Nebraska is the only museum dedicated to a single line of cars. 38. The largest Kolache Festival in the world is located in Prague, Nebraska 39. Cozad, Nebraska is located on the 100th Meridian where the humid east meets the arid west. 40. In Nebraska in 1986 for the first time ever two women ran against each other for governorship of a state. 41. The cost of the Nebraska Capitol building was $ 9,800,440.07 in 1932. The construction job came in under budget and the building was paid for by the time it was completed. 42. Union Pacific Railroad's museum is headquartered in Nebraska. 43. Buffalo Bill Cody held his first rodeo in North Platte, Nebraska July 4, 1882. 44. In 1950, Omaha became the home of the College World Series. 45. There are five army forts open to the public in Nebraska: Atkinson, Kearny, Hartsuff, Sidney, and Robinson. 46. Sidney, Nebraska was the starting point of the Black Hills Gold Rush. 47. Antelope and Buffalo are counties in Nebraska named after animals. 48. Dr. Harold Edgerton of Aurora, Nebraska is the inventor of the strobe light. 49. Kearney, Nebraska is located exactly between Boston and San Francisco. 50. Father Edward Flanagan found Just wanted to get the word out. If you know what I mean Poll & Survey dwellers. Back to the intellectual Physics section were I belong.


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Vehicles used by cricketers and x-cricketers? Any idea?
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I've always wanted to know.... As for some of the Sri Lankan players, the list is as follow.... Jayasuriya - BMW 3 Series Sangakkara - Hummer H2, Chrysler C300 Roshan Mahanama - Toyota LandCruiser Prado Aravinda de Silva - Ferrari Spyder, Jaguar XKR (and a lot more as he's a filthy rich exotic car lover) Upul Chandana - Nissan X-Trail Muralitharan - BMW 3 Series I don't know what vehicles that others are using but wish i knew.. Want to find out.. What about Indian, Australian and other countries' cricketers? Sri Lanka poses VERY high taxes on vehicle imports (300% + on CIF) but still....


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ponting-toyota van,skoda symonds-ford gt90 dravid-bmw 3 series,maruti 800,corolla,audi tt,audi a6,audi q4 ganguly-black scorpio dhoni-yamaha bike (don't know the name) uv-jaguar,mercedese benz,bmw 3 series,honda civic,honda crv

Why do people think it's wrong to step on bugs?
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I was at a college picnic the other day throwing something in the garbage. When I walked back to the blanket I saw this anthill with a long trail of ants crawling toward the blanket. I felt like being a jerk so I decided to aim my feet on top of them as I walked. I crushed just about all the ants. When I sat back down on the blanket, some Indian kid in the field shot me a look. I guess he was buddhist or whatever, because he asked "why did you do that?" I said sorta jokingly "what did I do?" and he replied "you know what you did," and pointed along the trail of ants where he must have seen me looking down and stamping my feet. My friends were around and I couldn't let it go so I just smiled lazily and said "if you like ants so much, bend over and I'll let you lick their little exoskeletons off the bottoms of my running shoes. Hope you enjoy the smell!" My friends and I just laughed, while he walked away annoyed. Why do people care if some tiny little ants get flattened? I step on bugs all the time, whether I'm playing tennis or walking to my car. It isn't like they are little people. How is it sadistic?


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The issue here isn't really that you smushed a few ants, it is that you willfully did it. If this young man was a Hindu, then it was a very painful experience for him. Moreover, you continued acting like a jerk with your comments, and your friends also for backing you up with laughter. Try and understand things from other people's point of view. How hard would it have been to take a moment and act like a mature adult and apologize to the young man? Or, comment that you didn't mean to offend anyone. Instead, you showed yourself to be rude and ignorant.

Moving to Michigan...I have questions, can you help?
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I'm going to be moving to Michigan soon (not my choice, husbands job alas). I am a Pacific Northwest girl (more specifically an Olympic Peninsula chick :). For me that means a healthy feeling of suffocation around dense populated areas, a love of nature, wide open highways with few cars, and a thrill of shopping at funky unusual eccentric stores that haven't been gobbled up by the commercial ones out there like Wal-mart. I know nothing of Michigan. I've visited twice and my husband and I have vastly different feelings about the place. He saw: Lovely almost New England type houses and quiet neighborhoods and pretty countryside with modern conveniences. I saw: Sprawling suburban nightmarish clusterfleck reminiscent of Edward Scissor hands. Nothing original, everyone a cookie cutter of their neighbor. TOo many people! MY QUESTION IS: Is there anywhere in Michigan that is not urban Sprawl? Where is a good place for me to live? Is there anywhere in Michigan that is a med-small size town (pop 12,000 -18,000 or so) with low crime rates, a commuter train/bus that goes into larger cities (about 30 mins or so away) , near a body of water (doesn't have to be the great lakes, rivers and oversize ponds are ok. :P)? I'm hoping for somewhere that has a higher quality/more money invested into the town. Where the people are a little bit more... sophisticated. Somewhere that well-off people might go to do their Christmas shopping because they just adore "random name town" or where people might love to look at the neighborhoods on a tour, because the houses are so nice. One of those quaint eclectic towns with a bustling holiday season, an active Artisan community, and always has something going on for bored minds to do (art fairs, and seasonal festivals, improv theatre, plays, musicals etc) and also a healthy dose of scenic woodlands, hiking/biking trails, and low traffic. Quaint little teahouses/coffeehouses is also nice. (Wouldn't say no to a good Indian/Thai restaurant as well!) I get all of that currently from the area surrounding my town. I'm going to be sad to leave, this is going to be rough. :(


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Michigan is a very large state what area is your husbands work in?

Rate my Story Poem Please?
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She walks down the steps of her house into the cool Septemeber weather in hopes that she won't miss her bus, "Be careful, Ashley, and I love you!" her mother calls and she feels her face flush with scorn and anger. "I know, God Mom." Letting her voice travel under embaressment and looking around to make sure no one heard her mother. Ashley pushes her highlighted hair out of her eyes as she walks farther and farther down the road, breath catching in the air around her face until she finds herself far enough to light up a stolen Marlboro from her father's drawer. Moments of time twist as the camera angle focuses on the two men in matching black hoodies trail behind her with backpacks slung over their shoulder, knowing she wouldn't think more than two school boys walking to their bus stop as well. Shuffle, shuffle, tap, tap, follow behind like a big black cat. Lick, lick, giggle, giggle, prey on the mouse overhead like a fat bat. Shoes scuffle along the concrete and she makes it to the curb across the way of the stop, unthinking of the two men behind her who breathe like indian summers. I watched from the curb she was trying to get to, sitting and staring at the men who smiled at each other. But by the time I realized something was wrong, the moment they grabbed her arms, I saw her face, eyes wide in fear, body jolting, a car passed and the only thing I heard was the yelp she left behind. .... "On November 28, 2011 a fourteen year old girl was kidnapped while walking to her bus stop, there is still no sign of her a year later. Police are losing hope but you can stil--" Click. I turned it off and sighed, looking over at the pictures on the wall of the girl, her mouth, her nose, her eyes, her highlighted hair and smiled contently at the two men sitting beside me drinking beer while playing cards. My eyes glance down, the girl with highlights who hated her mom, the girl with an addiction to lying and smoking, the girl who's bones were curled in a ball under the table, leash attatched to the frail neck. I pretended to be another student for weeks, watching this girl and who her friends were. She was our obsession and I loved every moment of our games, daring and dangerous. "I'm bored to death, let's do another, this time YOU play the school kid."


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Wow, what great poem. I really like it.

How DID We Survive?
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Looking back, it's hard to believe that we've lived this long... As children we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. Our baby cribs were painted with bright colored lead based paint. We often chewed on the crib, ingesting the paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we had no helmets. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. We played dodge ball and sometimes the ball would really hurt! We played with toy guns, cowboys and Indians,army, cops robbers, and used our fingers to simulate guns when the toy ones or the BB gun was not available. We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank sugar soda, but we were never overweight; we were always outside playing. Some students weren't as smart as others or didn't work hard so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. That generation produced some of the greatest risk-takers and problem solvers. We had the freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pool, the term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system. We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now. Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the school system. Speaking of school, we all said prayers and the pledge (amazing we aren't all brain dead from that), and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention for about the next two weeks. Schools didn't offer 14 year olds an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the sniffles. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything. I just can't recall how bored we were without Computers, PlayStation, Nintendo, or Cable TV. I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the denial of the dangers could have befallen us as we trekked off each day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant 20, built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over who got to be the Lone Ranger. What was that property owner thinking, letting us play on that lot? He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm. Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed! We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites and when we got hurt, mom pulled out the 48 cent bottle of mercurochrome and then we got butt-whooped. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat. We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got butt-whooped there too... and then we got butt-whooped again when we got home. Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee. Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two week vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent. Summers were spent behind the push lawnmower and I didn't even know lawn mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an automatic blade-stop or an auto-drive. How sick were my parents? Of course my parents weren't the only psychos. I recall a neighbor coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop just before he fell off. Little did his mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck. To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive????? Coincidentally, I got this in email just today...What are your thoughts? Yep! - we had advantages...all that was in that piece and others that were noted below..:-)


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Those of us who remember those simple days are the lucky ones. We learned to use our imagination in the absence of toys and t.v. and the internet etc. Books were read, prayers were said and life was predictable. Yes, it was a fine time to be a kid but todays kids don't know what the're missing so it does'nt bother them. The Amish and Mennonites still enjoy the simple life and good for them. If only we could all adopt their lifestyles, the good old days could be relived but our kids would find it intolerable. So c'est la vie.

Do you like my bio so far for Jim Morrison? It's for a class in school?
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Jim Morrison was born on December 8th 1943 in Melbourne Florida to his parents, Clara and Steve Morrison. He grew up in a post World War II atmosphere, and his father was an admiral in the navy. His father was often gone a lot and for the first 18 months of Jim’s life he was on duty. Clara and Jimmy lived with Steve’s parents, Paul and Caroline during this time. In 1947, the family moved to New Mexico where in Los Alamos the hydrogen bomb was being developed. When Jim was three, about to be four, he got a sister named Anne. But if that was traumatic to Jimmy, something else happened in New Mexico that would stay with Jim for the rest of his life. It happened in the early morning on a highway between Santa Fe and Albuquerque. In the car included himself, his mother and father, and his grandparents. One point into the journey his father pulled off to the side of the road. His father and grandfather got out of the car to help. Jimmy looked up to see a bloody head-on collision with another car, and what looked like some Pueblo or Hopi Indians. People that were dead and injured scattered the roads, and little Jimmy wanted to help. As he tried to get out of the car; his mother had to hold him back. All Jimmy could do was to squirm and squiggle to try and look at the gory chaos outside of the car. As they pulled away he pressed his face to the glass, mesmerized at what happened. They stopped at a gas station a few miles ahead to call for help and fill up on gas. Jim was visibly disarrayed. He kept asking questions as well. Soon enough everyone in the car was getting so agitated that his father finally said “Jimmy, it didn’t really happen. It was just a bad dream.” Jimmy didn’t believe his father though. “It was the first time I discovered death. I’m just this little…like a child is a flower, man, whose head is just floating in the breeze. But the reaction I get now, thinking back, looking back, is that, possibly, the soul of one of those Indians, maybe several of them, just ran over and jumped into my brain… It’s not a ghost story, man. It’s something that really means something to me” (Davis, 8.) Soon after, Jimmy began to wet his bed. He would go to his mom when this happened but she would send him to his room to sleep in the wet sheets. “Shame city” (Davis, 8.) He was so ashamed he would try to hide it, but his mother always found out. Then he started to not want to sleep in his bedroom at all, he was too frightened. All of this bed wetting could have been associated with a childhood bout of rheumatic fever, which may have also weakened his heart. Jim Morrison was introduced into sex and sexuality early on in his life. Jim Morrison’s lawyer, Max Fink interviewed Jim in 1969, while getting ready for their trail for a lewd and obscene concert in Dade County. Max asked Jim to debrief his sexual history. He asked why he had chosen to show his penis on stage, and Jim replied, saying he thought it was a “good way to page homage to my parents.” (Davis, 9.) Max was blown away by his answer and asked what his parents had done to him. Jim brought up to bed wetting incident and let slip that he was molested when he was a young boy, by a man. When Max asked who, Jim refused to tell Max, only to say it was someone very close to the family. Sad thing is is that when Jim told his mother, “she had gotten angry, called his a liar, and insisted such a thing could never happen.” (Davis, 9.) Jim began to cry, saying he would never and could never forgive his mother for this. The family moved to Los Altos in 1948. He soon started public school as a shy, chubby boy who hated riding the school bus in the morning. Paranoia of the Cold War was still around and schools regularly required practicing duck and covering routines. Sometimes, lining the halls which were darkened, and stay beyond the range of bursting glass, as A-bombs wrecked their world. As a child, watching TV on the tiny 7 inch screen had a big impact on Jimmy. This would later be shown in the amateur films he made in college. In 1949, his younger brother Andrew was born. The family moved back to Washington DC for a year, then moved back to California, in Claremont. Jim’s father, Steve was serving in Korea. Jim Morrison attended Longfellow Elementary where he started 6th grade as a chubby, dominant boy. Including getting the title for best kickballer and president of the student council. But soon Jim was getting into trouble. When he was in the Cub Scouts his was asked to leave because of lack of respect and unruliness. In 1955 the family moved back to New Mexico where Jimmy started to change significantly. He gave up on piano lessons, his time with family became less, and he soon became fascinated with pre-historic looking reptiles. He would read about them. He would hunt them down, looking for their homes. The reptiles in the desert became Jim Morrison’s personal family, his friends. And soon, he became their king. “I am the Lizard King! I can do anything!” Later


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I like it, I think it's really good and I think you write really well :-) Omg, do you know what's really weird? I know this hasn't got anything to do with this, but my friend was talking about Jim Morrison too and she's doing a presentation about him for her Media A-Levels o_0 ... I liked it, but I also think you should follow 'rembunten' (the second answerer) advice

Can you please read my bio about Jim Morrison and tell me what you think? [UNFINISHED!]?
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Jim Morrison was born on December 8th 1943 in Melbourne Florida to his parents, Clara and Steve Morrison. He grew up in a post World War 2 atmosphere, and his father was an admiral in the navy. His father was gone a lot, so for the 18 months that he was on duty, Clara and Jimmy lived with Steve’s parents, Paul and Caroline. In 1947, the family moved to New Mexico where in Los Alamos the hydrogen bomb was being developed. When Jim was 3, about to be 4, he got a sister named Anne. But if that was traumatic to Jimmy, something else happened in New Mexico that would stay with Jim for the rest of his life. It happened in the early morning on a highway between Santa Fe and Albuquerque. In the car included himself, his mother and father, and his grandparents. One point into the journey his father pulled off to the side of the road. His father and grandfather got out of the car to help. Jimmy looked up to see a bloody head-on collision with another car, and what looked like some Pueblo or Hopi Indians. People that were dead and injured scattered the roads, and little Jimmy wanted to help. As he tried to get out of the car; his mother had to hold him back. All Jimmy could do it squirm and squiggle to try and look at the gory chaos outside of the car. As they pulled away he pressed his face to the glass, mesmerized at what happened. They stopped at a gas station a few miles ahead to call for help and fill up on gas. Jim was visibly disarrayed. He kept asking questions as well. Soon enough everyone in the car was getting so agitated that his father finally said “Jimmy, it didn’t really happen. It was just a bad dream.” Jimmy didn’t believe his father though. “It was the first time I discovered death. I’m just this little…like a child is a flower, man, whose head is just floating in the breeze. But the reaction I get now, thinking back, looking back, is that, possibly, the soul of one of those Indians, maybe several of them, just ran over and jumped into my brain… It’s not a ghost story, man. It’s something that really means something to me.” Soon after, Jimmy began to wet his bed. He would go to his mom when this happened but she would send him to his room to sleep in the wet sheets. “Shame city.” He was so ashamed he would try to hide it, but his mother always found out. Then he started to not want to sleep in his bedroom at all, he was too frightened. All of this bed wetting could have been associated with a childhood bout of rheumatic fever, which may have also weakened his heart. Jim Morrison was introduced into sex and sexuality early on in his life. Jim Morrison’s lawyer, Max Fink interviewed Jim in 1969, while getting ready for their trail for a “lewd and obscene” concert in Dade County. Max asked Jim to debrief his sexual history. He asked why he had chosen to show his penis on stage, and Jim replied, saying he thought it was a “good way to page homage to my parents.” Max was blown away by his answer and asked what his parents had done to him. Jim brought up to bed wetting incident and let slip that he was molested when he was a young boy, by a man. When max asked who, Jim refused to tell Max, only to say it was someone very close to the family. Sad thing is is that when Jim told his mother, “she had gotten angry, called his a liar, and insisted such a thing could never happen.” Jim began to cry, saying he would never and could never forgive his mother for this. The family moved to Los Altos in 1948. He soon started public school as a shy, chubby boy who hated riding the school bus in the morning. Paranoia of the Cold War was still around and schools regularly required to practice duck and cover routines. Sometimes, lining the halls which were darkened, and stay beyond the range of bursting glass, as A-bombs wrecked their world. As a child, watching TV on the tiny 7 inch screen had a big impact on Jimmy. This would later be shown in the amateur films he made in college. In 1949, his younger brother Andrew was born. The family moved back to Washington DC for a year, then moved back to California, in Claremont. Jim’s father, Steve was serving in Korea. Jim Morrison attended Longfellow Elementary where he started 6th grade as a chubby, dominant boy. Including getting the title for best kickballer and president of the student council. But soon Jim was getting into trouble. When he was in the Cub Scouts his was asked to leave because of lack of respect and unruliness. In 1955 the family moved back to New Mexico where Jimmy started to change significantly. He gave up on piano lessons, his time with family became less, and he soon became fascinated with pre-historic looking reptiles. He would read about them. He would hunt them down, looking for their homes. The reptiles in the desert became Jim Morrison’s personal family, his friends. And soon, he became their king. “I am the Lizard King! I can do anything!” Later on in 1955, Jim’s father was assigned to the USS Midway and moved the San Francisco. Jim started


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I'm not trying to be rude or mean so please keep this in mind. Anyway, is this a copy of Jim Morrison: Life, Death, Legend by Stephen Davis? Some parts seemed to be a direct copy (language and everything) of this book. Particularly the portion where he talked about his "molestation". Just to sum up my thoughts, I don't really like the use of the name Jimmy; I remember that being something that really bothered me about the Stephen Davis book; I feel it attempts to create a friendly and knowledgeable attitude that just comes off as fake. Also, I feel that some of your facts need to be checked. It seemed sensationalistic at times, and even a little bit prying. I am really opposed to the biography speaking of this supposed molestation by someone because it seems to aim it directly at his father. Considering his father is passed away and unable to defend himself, I think this is just uncouth. Also, many people have looked into that and there has been nothing to come of the statements; it is difficult to verify if they have ever even been say. Also, I feel that the language can be worked on into sounding more polished and fluent. This actually seems to be either an exact or maybe watered down version of the copy. Maybe if you want to improve it you can look into some other sources for a more varied and credible amount of stories. If you don't mind me asking, what exactly is this biography for?