When I was a child I was wild. Wild in the way I moved in the world
I would oftentimes skip down hills and fall and scrape both my knees.
I would climb fences with a skirt on and rip the skirt open.
I would ride my tricycle out on the road with oncoming traffic and not think twice.
I would think I could jump cracks in the sidewalks and plant face-first on the concrete.
When I was a child I would jump feet first into the world.
Not caring if I would get hurt.
I couldn’t care less about the consequences.
Or how my knees will remember years later.
How my scars will serve as reminders that I have always had a tendency to jump into life despite the consequence, unafraid.
