When I was young

I went over the hill with my dad

We laughed and played

Until the hill came down

My dad warned me

He yelled,

"Brake!"

Yet I fell anyways,

And scraped my knee.

Years later,

We went up the hills brother

My dad and I laughed and played

Then he moved like a snake

I could not tell where he was going

So tried my best

I slammed face first

Into my mom's package

Within the mailbox.

Years later, my uncle came by

Biking to lose some weight

Despite the fact he and I needed not to,

I went with him anyways.

We raised to the hill I fell upon

The one I scraped my knee on

I went down it's slope

And realised that at first,

I was afraid.

I threw fear out the window,

Logic went with it too,

And I rode down the hill

My uncle following soon.

I laughed afterwords,

Realizing at last

Sometimes you shouldn't stop

You should just aim getting past.