The journey from this point to that which was so arduous before, does not hold appeal. My feet and bottom are too big to get on those shaky metal rods.
When did I outgrow myself?
How cool is it to not know the possibilities, the horizons that lie beyond your view and see yourself as a champion.
Life will strike soon enough. Nobody is born to be a kid forever.
Nobody is born to slide smoothly forever, without experiencing the mines and oceans, caves and forests, clouds and mountains.
Welcome them to take you to the intended destinations, maybe Death…
Written for Friday Fictioneers