Wild Child

At the park this weekend, I watched a small boy about five or six running wildly about. He was shirtless, his afro hair flying, and his face toward the sunshine. He was yelling at the sky.

I was jealous.

Pretty sure if I ran around Prospect Park topless and yelling at the sky, it would receive a different reaction. Yet, my wild inner child was right there with him.

 

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