When I was a kid
I used to spend hours on the monkey bars
I would walk home with sore arms and a cheeky grin
My hands were built of thick calluses
Leaking crimson as they ripped open time and time again
I didn’t mind
As I got older
It got harder to hold myself up
I was too tall
Head peeking over the metal chains
The magic was lost
Looking back
It’s kinda funny that one of the best memories of my childhood was also the bloodiest.