Wednesday, March 05, 2014

Off I Go

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.

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