Sterling.

 

On the very same driveway where I learned to ride my bike twenty-odd years ago, my newly-turned six year old son learned to ride without training wheels.

 

And then he fell down,

whined about it for a bit while while his brother watched him bleed. (And I compassionately photographed the event.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then wiped his tears, climbed back on, and rode again.

 

More carefully.