life is like riding a bicycle. to keep your balance, you must keep moving.
his tricycle had been sitting under his fort for about a year.
rust had crawled over the shiny silver
and the moveable parts creaked from neglect.
but he decided in that moment that it was time to get back on,
time to try again.
so i carried it out to the sidewalk, grabbed his shoes and off he went.
just like that-
he decided it was time and off he went.