To conquer. To summit. To rise to the occasion.
Oh to be a little boy...standing at the bottom of a fresh pile of gravel, small stones sliding as you nose your boot in, in, in. The mound towers, your eyes shine and then you breathe it in....the dust, the must, the challenge.
And you lower your head and plunge in. It is furious, it is fast, it is relentless. Two steps up, one slide back, stones scattering. But you can do it. You will not be defeated.
Not when your brother is ahead, making it, on top.... "King castle! You dirty rascal!"
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