-weekend miser-

To the zoo, we go where the wild animals and children roam. I sit and reminisce on holding my papa’s hand as we stroll through and see all the animals behind glass walls. Now I stand 18 years later, in the zoo in Praha. Watching kids climb like the monkeys behind, wondering if they’ll ever know how free they are. Too excited to hold mom and dad’s hand because “look a lion up ahead!” One day they’ll be grown and wish they were the little kids who once ran around reckless. The world is the real wilderness; the zoo is just fun and games pretending to be a wild place. Its child’s play, a play of make-believe, where we escape to have the imagination of the young. Being tamed by society, we’re just animals locked in cages, in the zoo of growing up. Longing to play like a kid and feeling accepted do so here, I only wish my papa’s hand was near. The memories are, and his energy is nearby as the walk in the zoo no matter how many thousands of miles away. wild little ones running around my jealousy arises, I want to be that kid again ,

“Is tamed wildness 
And manufactured wilderness-
A plastic world
All my young son will know?”

-Sam Vaghi