Sometimes, as an adult, I wish I still had the freedom and the lack of inhibitions to just roll down a hill. In a skirt no less, with a crowd of people around, and a mother who didn't think this far ahead and remind her to put on her bloomers like she does when she wears a dress to school. If I thought like they did maybe fear wouldn't set in so often. I would go ahead and take a picture of the sunset or whatever food I find that looks cool and/or pretty, and tell the people around me to eff off it they find it weird. I would be able to speak my mind better and more clearly. I would be able to say more often what's really bothering me. Wait, aren't I the one who's supposed to be teaching them?
9 months ago