One is expected to joyfully roll down. Stride carefully or stroll down.When we are old we probably will- but for now we are jumping up hill.I give up said Godfreys Ma to Beatrices Mum as they sat over tea.In stead of a normal child I had Godfrey.In mystic Wales up a valley remote Sonsie Farm is a refuge for donkey and goat. When Beatrice and Godfrey were very young , jumping up hill was something the two did for fun,steep were the hillsides and over the grass clumps laughing the freinds did leap. Jumping up hill Ma would gripe, what silly behavior she would moan.Have you considred Beatrices future when she is grown? And at the crest of the hilltop the two having leapt, all the way up over styles and gates ,rested where forever the stone circle waits,time for a back scratch and rest in the shade…farm below peacefull in the valley still.Oh how fine it is said Godfrey..to be so silly as to be jumping up hill.