I killed my first deer in the backwoods of Wisconsin when I was 13 years old. This was the first time I really understood the existential price of eating meat: death. I continued hunting through my childhood, and still do. But when I moved to the Bay Area a year ago, I discovered that culturally, many people here are not okay with killing animals.
This is a story about how our relationship with meat affects our relationship with death. And it begins in a preschool.
Click the audio player to listen to the whole story.
