When your legs moved like wheels,
the pounding exhilarating,
arms pumping, well-oiled pistons,
remember the more and more of a young blood rush. 
Such good fun, supreme childhood recreation,
that race around the corner, arriving somewhere
strange, unexplored, unknown,
the run to the top of the stairs,
fearless to face the darkness, explore the mystery.
Then there’s that pause on the landing, surveying the scene,
the halt after the turn, running into what?
Yesterday you near the last step, winded,
turn the corner, heart racing,
know you’re almost there, brother, right there.

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