In the beginning the hatchet wasn’t very important to me. But it ended up helping me so much in the wilderness! I got wood with it and I made fire with it. I also tried to kill myself with it because a plane had flown over me and not noticed me. That made me want to kill myself. I recovered from wanting to kill myself because I changed that day. I changed because I knew that the plane was a search plane. I knew they wouldn’t find me. I respect the hatchet and I’m so glad my mom gave it to me in the first place. When I say that I respect the hatchet I mean that the hatchet was sort of my only friend in the wilderness.
