My wild animal

When you think of something that is wild, something that grows and runs free, the wilderness comes to mind. For nearly everyone. When I think of wild, I think of my little boy. My Waylon. My wild animal.

There are freedoms that every child born into this world holds. The right to have a childhood. To have no knowledge whatsoever of adult problems and decisions. To know what the sky looks like and what the dirt tastes like. To play! They have the right to find their hands and feet and use them. To run! To jump! To get hurt. TO BE WILD!