As a kid I wanted to bike,
to be able to skate,
I wanted to be active,
and keep up with my athletic cousins,
our only friends growing up.
But I was not made to endure such labors.
In fact,
I'd sooner give up.
Strange for someone as stubborn as me.
I never learned how to ride a bike after falling off one too many times.
I couldn't skate after needing to hold tightly onto anything I could grasp.
After frightening roller coaster rides when I was little,
I soon gave that up as well.
I never was a thrill seeker.
And yet here I stand.
After failing time and again when I was little,
I soon accepted I just can't cartwheel.
And yet with achy elbows,
and everything else that plummeted to the floor,
only to rather become a roll,
here I go again.
Trying to do a cartwheel.
Just once more.