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When learning to ride a bike I was so afraid. "What if I fall? Will it hurt?" There were so many uncertainties and I was so scared. When I finally sat on the bike I still wasn't ready for you to let go--"Hold on tight" I'd say with fear in my voice. You assured me I could do it as I began to pedal--slowly at first--casually building up speed and momentum with you still holding on. When you let go I lost my balance after realizing you weren't holding on, and down I went. This horrified me. I think at that time I would've had you run along behind me everywhere I went. But you again assured me I could do it. I dusted dirt off my legs and flicked the little pebbles out of the new small dents in my knee, and got back on--still afraid. I began pedaling and when the time came, you let go--I, a little wobbly, rode that bike down the sidewalk and then to the end of the street. I DID it! You let go and I didn't fall! Now looking back over other events in my life: Jr. High, High School, now college, and so many more, I would like to say, "Thanks for holding on, and thanks for letting go!"

*Dedicated to my parents..the greatest people I know!

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