Wild I was never described as wild. Boring, reliable, kind, caring. Never wild. I was the kid that the teacher would sit next to the wild child in class in a hope that I would rub off on them. I was always intimidated by this and often would request to sit elsewhere. I loved the wild kids, secretly.
They were often popular, sometimes I would pretend to be wild but no-one was ever fooled. They would exclaim "Oh no not Sally, she's such a good girl."
Nature on the other hand. Other hand? Where did this come from I wonder?
Any-who on my other hand I was often fiercely independent and wild in my imagination, particularly when I was left alone in nature. I loved my own company. My mother once said to me "You walked out of the womb independent. There was no stopping you."
This was literally true. Not that I walked. But that I was meant to be a twin. He didn't make it so at birth it was just me, and I never quite understood how this might impact my life. I think it made me slightly wild in my imagination, like my twin influenced me that way.
When I was born my ear was folded in on itself because I didn't take up any room. I was the weaker, smaller twin and I spent the whole 9 months pressed up the top of my mother's womb. While my twin sibling presumably did somersaults.
Even in the womb I wouldn't dare be wild. No not me. That just isn't me. But sometimes my twin brother is in my imagination and he lets me be wild.
Wild only for me and him. So I guess together we make a reliable wild person.