Me and my brother liked to slide everywhere

On everything, all the time

We slid in the snow, we slid on the carpet

We slid on the kitchen floor, we slid on the grates outside

If there was something slidey we’d slide on it

We slid in our shoes, in our socks

In the bath

We slid down hills on cardboard

Down stairs in sleeping bags

We slid in our slippers

In carrier bags

Sometimes there was nothing to slide on so we tried wheels

I had the rollerskates, my brother had in-line skates

I was best at stopping, my brother at stunts

Yes, sliding

We both liked sliding

And we both hated standing

On sticky splintery spilt sugar on the kitchen lino.


©  Jennifer Winterburn


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