|Off I Go|
Who remembers their first tricycle? I wish I could.
I do remember my first ten speed: the thrill I felt when I saw it next to the Christmas tree when I awoke that morning, and the sense of joy and accomplishment I felt when I learned to ride such a grown up bike.
This photograph was taken in that spirit as I ran after my niece who was feeling like a big girl on her trike and in her helmet.