A reflection…

What do I remember about being small? The sheer size of everything. The scope. The mind blowing range of the world around me. How everything felt fresh, wild, new and wonderful all at the same time as being terrible, violent and unsettling. I recall only feeling free when alone out in the wilds, only feeling safe then, and whole. I'd stand on a hill and breathe in the air but I wasn't breathing the air I was breathing in the hill, the open. Sucking it all into me in one fell swoop...