Hop Scotch Feet

Challenge- write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory

Oh black slate of gravel,
covered with boxes galore,
as the numbers go higher still,
my feet long to explore.

The pebble skips across the line,
and rests with a simple finesse,
feet dancing above the chalk,
a happiness easily expressed.

Feet that were made for hop scotch,
dance over the lines of white,
skipping in the summer sun,
childhood memories born tonight.