The wheeled wooden platform, that Griffin used so much to help all the creatures in the Secret Garden, was old and very battered, it’s wheels were rusty, but it had it’s memories, it remembered much from before it just became useful.
It had been quite beautiful, bright and shiny red, with ornate Gold lettering on, it was highly lacquered and glinted in the sun light. It’s wheels, oh, it’s wheels were bright silvery gleaming stainless steel, and moved so very freely. How very fast they could turn.
It remembered the delightful face of the boy it was given to, that Christmas so long ago. He recalled how they had learned to respect each other, and the joy they had had together, the tricks they got up to together. Taking the boy along the pavement to school, in fact being taken everywhere the boy went, if not being ridden it was tucked securely under his arm.
Some years later however, it was left in the boys bedroom, the boy was rarely there now, and when he did come home, he did not take him out with him anymore. He was old now, no longer shiny bright, it’s wood was battered and dented, and it’s wheels well worn, and nobody rode upon him any more.
The bright shiny red skateboard had been abandoned, disregarded.
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