In my orange box

Made just for me

I never had the chance to practice

I listened to my dad

I take a deep breath

Bending over as far as my body allows

I will soon be on my way down, the wind in my face

The crowd cheering.

I will not hear them until I have reached the end.

I hear a familiar voice:

"You can do it, Kitten, concentrate!"

Waiting, waiting, waiting

The handle goes down

We are released from our ramps

I steer into the place my dad told me would give me the upper hand

My opponent creeps closer.