I got a pair of Starburys when I was ten.
Didn't want them,
I actually wanted some Heelys instead. 
Wanted to be like my friends
and trip over pebbles
and get tucked into bed with band-aids.
My mom told me to stop focusing on their plates and look at mine.

I had a fork, spoon, and knives,
grown man portions: eyes the size of my stomach.
She was right --
I never liked training wheels, or cheat codes,
or elbow pads or nightlights.
Grown men aren't scared to fall,
so why am I? 
Why am I twenty years old shopping on the Heelys website?