A sledge!

I thought fun was bullshit and I would never push it

Until one day when I rode on a sledge and pushed it

I sat on it, gave  it a push and rode it through the bush

I cried whoopee, it went down and down with me on it in a whoosh.

 

Somewhere down the slope I feared it would make me roll

But it stopped me not from sledging down the knoll

Though it had my pant tore to a knee and I bruise

But exhilarating thrill laced with joy it gave

Glued my thoughts not to give a way to fear or I lose

And I heard my fear fly away to its cave.

 

Now I know it wasn't just a sledge I rode

But a souvenir from my bizarre days on young road

Those moments and the thrills;  I owned it

And now memory draws a smile on my face 'coz I've done it.