the first time i ran away fro home was the best feeling ever.
i literally ran.
arms out into the cold night and it was as if tons were lifted from me.
it was quite awhile longer before I was lucky enough to have this feeling again.
i remember it once when i was riding a bike and true feeling of freedom hit me and it seemed to fill me so that i radiated it, as a freedom lightbulb, my seems could not hold this energy within. and i felt annother prescence with me and looked down to see a large husky running with me just to my side looking up smiling at me and mirroring my look of complete glee and abandon, and like a torch we spread this fire through the places we passed and it began to feel like a cartoon or something from a movie, because more and more dogs came from alleys, yards, and seemingly thin air, some of them mutts, some family pets with collars, curs with mange, and pedigree all in unison beaming and burning brighter into the night with me as the center.
We went like this through many neighborhoods for quite away, time meaning nothing to me until the sun began to rise and broke the spell over me, and i broke from the pack and they roamed on without me and i watched them going on, with dogs joining of various sizes and some falling back, snowballing, and loseing one or two, as it went, and it turned a corner where i couldn't see, and i turned around and rode my bike home wondering why i had ever left the pack at all.
funny thing is, i'm a bit wary of dogs, have been since i was attacked by a doverman pincher walking home from elementary school in dallas.
i literally ran.
arms out into the cold night and it was as if tons were lifted from me.
it was quite awhile longer before I was lucky enough to have this feeling again.
i remember it once when i was riding a bike and true feeling of freedom hit me and it seemed to fill me so that i radiated it, as a freedom lightbulb, my seems could not hold this energy within. and i felt annother prescence with me and looked down to see a large husky running with me just to my side looking up smiling at me and mirroring my look of complete glee and abandon, and like a torch we spread this fire through the places we passed and it began to feel like a cartoon or something from a movie, because more and more dogs came from alleys, yards, and seemingly thin air, some of them mutts, some family pets with collars, curs with mange, and pedigree all in unison beaming and burning brighter into the night with me as the center.
We went like this through many neighborhoods for quite away, time meaning nothing to me until the sun began to rise and broke the spell over me, and i broke from the pack and they roamed on without me and i watched them going on, with dogs joining of various sizes and some falling back, snowballing, and loseing one or two, as it went, and it turned a corner where i couldn't see, and i turned around and rode my bike home wondering why i had ever left the pack at all.
funny thing is, i'm a bit wary of dogs, have been since i was attacked by a doverman pincher walking home from elementary school in dallas.