A tricycle devolution

My foot got caught as I hauled a broken red tricycle from the mess. It was stained with the leftovers of black and yellow paint. One or two of the tassels still pouring out of the sides of the handle bars. 
The seat was ripped and the wheels buckled with the strips of rubber coming off the rims.
It was impossible to know if the thing had been thrown out in the trash because of wear and tear. Or whether the thing had met with misfortune.

The steel back step of it was rusted through.
I carried it with me over to the quarry so I could clean it up.
It looked almost impossible to fix.
But I spent that week picking through hundreds of meters of trash just to find little substitutes until I had everything I needed to fix it up.

At the back of the quarry there was a shed with welding equipment.
I hooked it all up and started welding the tricycle together again.
Mist came in and with it heavy drizzle, the nearby pines stunk of their resin.
Even with the blow torch melting the metal.
Putting off that crisp aroma.

I used some reasonable fresh leftover paint someone had dumped.
Painted the thing blue and white and tucked in and glued some more tassels to it.

There was mold inside the shed from the constant rain and drizzle.
I took the tricycle out of the driveway where the entrance gate was.
Noone ever visited this landfill anymore, as a young man it was a refuge when times were tough.
To remind me I wasn’t the only thing thrown away.

Here I stood almost six foot, too tall for the simple tricycle.
So I cast the spell to shrink myself to just under a meter.
And in a short span of time I was one meter high. I slowly positioned myself comfortably on the tricycle and rode enthusiastically to the small town below.

I couldn’t believe how small I had become. Everything slowly becoming new again.
The town looming up ahead as the wheels rolled faster and faster.
As if years in my mind were turning back.
Like the mile gauge before a used car is imported.
A slow backward journey from the landfill to the small town people thought mattered, until of course it died.