Because my son wrote this poem when he was 11:
“It was Sunday Morning
My Dad woke me up
We were going on a bike ride
I got my bike out and my drink out
It was a bright red sky
It looked like the sun was bleeding
Then my Dad and I set off
We got to the woods and there was a big hill
We were at the top
Just before we went down we saw a bunny hop
We went down very fast
It was cool having the wind in my hair
It was like flying
We got to the bottom in seconds
What a rush
We cycled off into the sunlight
Me and my Dad,,,riding,,,riding…..”
Don’t think I could have put it any better – priceless!