I never knew what the world would hold for me as a child, I didn't know real freedom. How it feels to just pack a bag and do anything. Yeah, everything was fresh and innocent, and I suppose that is something I miss from time to time, but there is real beauty in growing up. The ability to make decisions and feel the change they make in the world, the thrill of risk and the real excitement that comes with success and change. Although one thing that never has changed is my passion for adventure. As a child, finding adventure in the smaller, simpler things, and now, real adventure with no limitations or boundaries. Freedom.
Just a little thought process I had while on in Italy earlier this summer. I'm not sure whether I'm going to leave this as a small piece of prose writing or incorporate it into something bigger, I'll just have to see what happens :)