She arrived with her mother and shared the skate park with me as I rollerskated down ramps, an action that was literally terrifying to me the first time I did it here not all that long ago.
Five-and-a-half years old, she whipped around on her bike, carving and climbing. Effortlessly. Fearlessly. Reminding me, again, of who I used to be so many years ago. And who I am continually striving to become again.
Note: If you enjoyed this little story, I think you’ll really like the story about the girl in the pink jacket in chapter two of my book,Traveling at the Speed of Bike. There’s also a poem in the book titled Dear Girl about a different girl (and maybe even about you). Here — I’ll give it to you for free.
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