Stood at the apex of the hill

All laughter, fun and sun sun sun

Adolescent astigmatism hiding the dangers below

We cast off like two clippers

Sailing to freedom

 

Flying down the steep incline

The grass tickling our soles

Naked as the day we were born

And twice as innocent

We floated onwards

 

It was the one time in my childhood

My inferior age stood me in good stead

Less weight

More speed

I was winning the race

 

I reached the bottom moments before my brother

The nettles piercing my skin

My brothers scream splitting the air

The cries of my parents

The calamine nights that followed