Once life was free.
Constraints were all abandoned.
Running wild like a child with flaxen hair wrapped round my neck.
Paddling in streams was just as they seemed.
Risks were apparent, but nobody cared.
No screaming parent, crying loudly, get away from the stream.
You're risking drowning.
Mother dear.
You need to be aware it was just a chilly puddle that bubbled.
It was just a memory.
(C)LIVVI