remember the persuasive powers of a tall grass hill? it seemed as if it was asking you to roll down it - and so you did. then as you fell, there were mixed feelings of joy & fear as you reached high speeds. there's that momentary thought you might not make it through, and then, the disorientation when you try to stand up again seems unending. but then you seem to gain your balance again with time - with grass stains and skinned knees & elbows.

and now when you pass those kinds of hills...it's easy to forget the end of the fall. the scars are still on your knees & elbows, but somewhere in the back of your mind you can still hear the call to roll down again.