This explains, in great-to-little detail, how I learned to fly.

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Flying down the hill,
riding a bike with no brakes
to my friend's new house.

He got Mega Man!
The fourth one in the series.
I was excited.

Christmas came early,
but I forgot one detail.
My bike wasn't fixed!

Falling down the hill,
a hostage to momentum,
nearing my demise.

A curb stopped me short.
I flew over the handles
onto the sidewalk.

Friction helped me stop---
for that I was not grateful---
I was bleeding bad.

The doomed vehicle
landed squarely on my chest
with wheels still spinning.

My friend's mom saw me;
she's a nurse and was concerned.
My friend also ran.

What was my response?
I didn't cry or complain.
I said: "That was cool!"