Rollin'

I remember being little, finding a hill (the steeper the better), 

laying down on the grass, staring briefly into the deep sky 

and holding my breath until it was forced out of me 

as my small body rolled over and over

 on itself as I made my way down the hill via gravity.  

Gaining speed with each turn, until I stopped at the bottom…

usually a little bruised and with lots of grass in my hair,

 but ecstatic and happy.

 Simple joys of childhood.

I've thought about trying it as an adult…

I'm sure it would be thrilling.  

I'm much too practical though, 

as an adult I am fully aware that at some point 

there have been dogs in our yard 

and I'm fairly certain I would roll into an unpleasant surprise. ;-)