OctPoWriMo 12 - Life Was Wild

Innocent, free, and playful back then—

Sometimes I miss who I was

When I was a child and life was wild:

No bills, no job, no goals, and no cause.

In the forest outside of my home

I explored and made up tales,

And life was wild when I was a child

On five acres of bush with no trails.

I read every book I could access,

Feeding imagination,

When I was a child and life was wild,

And everything was inspiration.