The Bike Fall That Started It All pt1
DADDY! Daddy! Dont let go!! I was panting and laughing as I jogged closely behind Cassady. At my ripe 32 years of age, I had to admit all this running was really starting to tire me out! I had a light hold on the back of her bike seat, but I could tell she had finally gotten the hang of riding her new bike on her own and didnt need me to help guide her much. I decided on her 6th birthday to surprise her with the pink bike she had fell in love with while shopping one day. The moment she laid...