Remember to Play

It’s funny how you can forget so much of your childhood.
Of course, if I go back to a specific time, a year, an age, a town I recall living in, then I can start to remember quite a lot.

How do we go from being so young and free to being so restricted and trapped inside of ourselves?
I think trauma has a big hand in that.

I do vaguely remember a time where I felt…free? I guess.
When I close my eyes, I can see a smaller me, standing on a hillside, overlooking the ocean. Her arms outstretched wide and welcoming as if she were…