Memories of an earlier time of my life, that was occupied with anything but strife. Childhood days when I shouldn't have gotten a day older, seems like each - I dare you act kept getting bolder. Jumping from a railroad trestle into the sand below, when my legs forgot which way they should go. Landing quite solidly upon my rump, have to tell you, it was quite a thump. Couldn't sit down for about a week, but did that end my dare-devil streak? Riding a bike down a steep hill, not knowing the stakes, and especially not knowing that there were no brakes. At the bottom of the hill, a stop sign, and 4 lane highway, as you can tell by now, I didn't die that day. Fortunately for me there wasn't a vehicle in sight, that one did bring about a little fright. Running under a low roof, year after year, not realizing I'd finally get taller you hear. Left quite a goose egg on the top of my head, if I had been running much faster, could have been dead. Same type of thing, acting like a fool, diving in to the shallow end of the pool. I had also been doing that for many years, maybe that thump on my head damaged its gears. Yes, I survived the memories of my childhood days, and can't believe that I ever survived always. Now safe and sound, writing poetry about every deed, the most dangerous thing now is to let the critics read....
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Jim AKA Rapid-Fire Publisher/Editor of WRITE ON!! Poetry Magazette
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