The earliest memory I have is when I found out about the freedom. I was just a child when my father pulled aside, "Amelia the world is a gold cage for people like your mother and me, but you can be as free as any tiger, lion or bear. Just be careful the world is not for the likes of us but for people better than two common house cats and their kit." My mother was always in a drugged craze because my father was a person who believed the prey over predator law where the prey is it male or female in a relationship with a preditor had the right to keep a "calming" stance on the predator's life. But when my mother was here she always told me stories of her childhood. "my darling baby your father may keep me trapped but you are a lynx a wild spirit; gain your freedom escape, run!" she collapsed after saying that the life draining from her eyes. My life after that was nothing but my freedom escaping me.