Finding Freedom (Ferry To Freedom)

The very first time I tasted freedom I was but a wee child. The very first time I touched freedom, I must have been around four years old. The very first time I stood super still and shook freedom's holy hand is a memory seared in the depths of my soul. In order for me to meet freedom the very first time I had to board a very large boat. This first freedom travel did not find me lonely. This very first freedom travel was a family affair. You see, it was all six of us. There was Daddy and Momma and my three older siblings, in a car on a boat. One day we were living in a metal box and the very next day a countryside english chalet would be our home. But first we were required to sit in the car on a boat. I was but a wee child, sitting like a little prisoner in car on a boat. This boat is actually an unknown Ferry To Freedom. Likely, my Dad and Mom were highly informed of our destination but I was not. For what seamed like an extended eternity the six of us, were all stuck sitting in a car on a boat, which traveled from France to England via The English Channel. I now know the English Channel is an arm of The Atlantic Ocean that separates Southern England from northern France. I now know The English Channel is one of the busiest shipping lanes in the whole wide world. I now know there are sharks in the waters of The English Channel. But, I also know I first found freedom on the other side. It's interesting to note my initial taste of freedom was found miles outside of an Air Base in the rural farming area of Mildenhall England. I was but a wee child and the temporary conditional confinement in such vast waters likely felt much like bondage to the all of me! But the truth is The Ferry To Freedom was but twenty-one miles. The very first time I touched or tasted freedom was in the rural farming community of the wildly known Monarchy of the United Kingdom. After living in the French Trailer and sitting for a few hours in a car on a boat, the English countryside tasted like a feast of freedom. The fields were spacious for free play and daily picnics plus adventures. I touched, tasted and held freedom in the heart of both of my hands. I was not old enough to know to anything about looking for freedom, but I found freedom in the British Monarchy of Mildenhall England.

Continual conditional confinement in spacious places and spaces taste like daily eating a ball and chain to the all of me! The nasty truth is conditional confinement in spacious places and spaces causes any type of premeditated or accidental found freedom to taste like an all you can eat free farm to fork freedom feast on any given Friday.