10 Years Old.

January 24, 2011
"It's all about balance,"

I'd been told before.

But, I'd never been okay with those type talents.

My hands bore to the handlebars.

You were holding me steady.

"Don't let go!" I hollered.

We were flying through the yard.

My dog, trying to keep up the pace.

I, amazed at the thrill of the race.

I stopped, turned around to hug you,

But to my suprise,

On my own, I'd made it through.

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