Chad put off teaching Aimee to ride a bike for a long time. He was afraid of the scraped knees, and bloody elbows that inevitably follow. Not because of the blood, but because of whose blood. When I was a kid I remember my dad running up and down the road a few times with me until I figured out the balance, helping me turn a couple of times, and then cheering me on as I braved it alone. Chad had a really hard time with the cheering part, and to be honest, so did Aimee. She was ready to quit when she had had just one solo stretch where Chad never left her side. I walked up and down the sidewalk with the boys and may
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