My First...

My first high, just seven years of age. Knuckles white, holding tight, not wanting to fall on my face. For hours I'd escape, leave the ground without a trace,until called for dinner then you'd find me in my place. 

My first high, couldn't wait till I got home, I'd use my imagination and visit places unknown.

My first high, never regreted a relapse...

Of My First High On The Swing-Set Out Back.