At attention, on demand, when you put me in your hand; I can be straight or I can be curved, No matter my looks, my purpose is served.
What am i ?
You can slide down the mountain when you put me on, I can be made from plastic, steel and sometimes I am wooden. What am I?
You should keep me as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time I am slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes me to bend further, but don’t bend me for too long or I may never be able to fully straighten out again. What am I?
You put me on your body, and three parts of your body come out. Once your inside, you can go outside. But while your outside, your still inside,
What Am I??
