run wild

We were driving down the coast and Ava suddenly blurted out, “Mommy, when I grow up, I’m going to run wild!”

I was perplexed to say the least.

I had to know what she meant. Visions of my child with purple spiked hair and twenty tattoos riding a motorcycle were running through my mind.

“Ava, what do you mean, run wild?”

She replied, “Well, it means I’m going to protect the animals and be a wild girl. I’ll live in a tent under a tree. I won’t wear any shoes. I’ll protect the dogs, horses, cats, giraffes, cows, birds, and all the other animals. You know… all the animals need protecting.”

“Well, that is very cool,” I said. “Maybe you can be a vet or a zoologist when you grow up.”

“No,” she replied. “I just want to run wild.”

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