wildest thing

When I was fresh out of high school I met a man. We will call him Connecticut. He was in town visiting his best friend, who was my neighbor at the time. I hung out with him for 3 days before he asked me to go back home with him. Home was Connecticut. I said yes, because why not? I hopped on the back of his motorcycle and rode for a few days. I didn’t even know his last name. I didn’t care. I was young, free, and dumb. It was the best trip. I ended up spending 2 months with him on a navy base. I made new friends, got my first tattoo and just lived in LaLaLand. Rode home on a train.