And stand beneath it's lengthening shadow,
To come and watch (with my mind's eye), it grow,
To vast proportions. Sitting, staring, dumb-
Founded, I saw a mountain in the den
Where furniture once stood. I am now decked
In climber's clothes, not once but double-checked.
A boy no more, now a man amongst all men.
I took my first and then my second step,
The hum of fan blades like the wind in the trees,
The peak is my goal, and reaching it with ease,
My plan. To plant my flag at the top.
I stretched my arms for glory, falling down,
To the ground, awakened quickly from the day-
Dream, with an understanding of what may
Soon follow my unwise travel. I frown,
With falling cabinet down toward my head,
My life is flashing right before my eyes,
Me learning, asking wherefore this and why
That. Going from womb, to crib, to my own bed,
To this. My head is hurt, throbbing in pain
My easy plan, thwarted by gravity.
My life was saved by the Divinity.
My goal, not marked by flag, but by bloodstain.
This was a class exercise about a childhood memory. My most memorable memory was when I tried to climb a cabinet to get my viewmaster. I seriously remembering imagining it was a mountain (kinda like in Muppet Babies? Yes?). Anywho, I fell and the cabinet fell on top of my head. Yet another trip to the emergency room.