like a child running thru a flock of geese enjoying the rush or that same child flying with arms wide open down the aisle of the local grocery store saying, "hi" to every unique face. Not thinking about what someone thinks, not bogged down by troubles that the world has brought upon themselves but looking thru a pair of curious eyes where the world is beautiful, where every person is interesting. Creating fun out of a shoe box, the colander that mom drained the water from noodles for the spaghetti last night, and a wooden spoon slaying a dragon that happens the family dog asleep/ the carefree laughter of butterfly kisses from mom in public. Not caring if someone laughs at them, because she doesn't see them only their mother's smile. It's the presence of innocence to make you believe in people again......
That's what freedom looks like; in case you were wondering