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 BikeThere’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.

Also, of course, don’t miss the “You Go, Girl!” toolkit. My story about the Hobby Lobby incident is worth a read, too, I think.

Additional related posts:

Little Girls

The Girl I See in You

The Girl in the Mud

The Girl Inside