sometimes i think about what it was like when i was three. you were four and a half my brother - showing me the ropes. when you taught me how to ride a bike you put me on it and just let go - i was pointed down hill. i rode as fast as lightning until i hit the curb and flipped over the bars into the bushes. you hoorayed and clapped so hard i felt certain i was a hero and didn't dare to cry. so much of how i came to believe the world was good and safe was because you were always there - pulling me in and out of danger - keeping me steady on my tiny feet, yelling pedal! pedal! run dani! fly!