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  • When I was between the ages of 6-15 all I could think about was coming home after school. As the school bus doors flew open infront of my house I would jump out, run down the driveway, through the front door, throw my bag down, run out the back door, jump off the back steps, down to the dog pen, lift the latch and kept running just before the back door slammed shut. It was just me and my dog for hours playing out in the woods until it got dark–or it was dinner time. No cares. No worries. Just exploration and adventure.

    Freedom. That is what I miss the most. Freedom from responsibilities. Freedom from structure and rules. I was free and so was my dog. She knew when the bus pulled up it would be a less than a minute later and we would be off. She knew I was running through the house to get to her.

    Only ten years have gone by since I lived there. I think of these memories often. It feels like a lifetime ago. So much has changed since then. Now I live in a more urban environment and I long for the trees, the breeze, and the river. I miss the sounds of the red-winged blackbirds and the deer jumping through the fields.

    I try and go hiking every now and then. It just isn't the same. My companion passed away 5 years ago this March. I think about her everyday and the adventures we had.

    Instead of trying to go to the woods, I have to settle for bringing the woods with me. My small little worlds I create remind me of what life use to be like.

    Someday I will find freedom again. I can't wait.
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