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"Letting Go"

I can remember getting my first bike for Christmas. I remember poking my head in the family room and seeing it for the first time. You don't forget things like that. I can still see my Dad running alongside me on my bike making sure I didn't fall. Well, needless to say, I fell ... many times. After I got my Schwinn Stingray with the banana seats and the high rise handlebars I was always coming home with cuts or road rash from falls I had taken. I can remember building ramps so my friends and I could jump our bikes over whatever we decided to put after the ramp, usually garbage cans, tires, or ourselves. I don't know why, but we thought it was the ultimate act of bravery to lie down on the ground and let your friend jump his bike over you. I never said I was a very bright kid. For most kids getting a bike is the first time they feel like they have a certain amount of freedom. As for the parents, giving a bike is the first time they feel, in a very small way, that they are letting go.

By the way, the father in this drawing is my younger brother Mark. The girl is his oldest daughter Julia.

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