It was never just regular stairs

It was always skipping stairs or

can I jump down three of the stairs

four of the stairs

it was a test of speed

how long to sprint up those stairs

how long in the race down

it was the blind corner at the end of the hall

leading down into all the open space

and to this day

that staircase appears

starring in my dreams without warning,

childhood memories

painted across my mind

so many years later. – Caroline A. Slee