Durned if I know!
I have always been attracted to the more untraveled parts. Creeks, fields, woods. And I have always been drawn to sharp things, knives, swords, spears. I have also been partial to the idea of shooting, fling it from here to there, as best you can, whether an atlatl, slingshot, bow or firearm.
I got the idea from a Boy Scout, when I was six or so, as he had a slingshot that he had whittled out. All it needed was a rubber band. He gave it to me, as I walked the creek looking for my brother.
When I got home, my mother whipped my butt with it, as she thought I was farkulating around out there. Well, SHE sent me out looking! Adults can be so childish.
So, at eight, when I was pencil-drawing the differences between English and Frankish broadswords (of which I now have no clue except that I thought the Frankish looked cooler) my spank-happy mother made sure that I got a bow for my birthday (instead of the plastic suit of armor that I wanted). And then it was a tossup between Robin Hood (I had the book) and the Indians, of whom I was rapidly learning. Mom let it slip that there were some Indians in the family tree, for which she was sorry and sorely repented once I started rebelling and wearing headbands and feathers.
Ah, I am made up of horses, weaponry, and an ageless bonding with the land. Now, if I could only be sixteen again, and independently wealthy...!!!
Killdeer