I’m in my car stopped at a traffic light at about 7 pm. It’s a beautiful April night in Orlando, Florida. The skies are clear and the sun is still shining. It won’t get dark for another hour or two. A very small boy, a three or four year old perhaps, enters the cross walk. He is sitting astride a little plastic tricycle. The trike is bright orange and blue.
Above you see the first paragraph of the essay. The essay continues to describe how the little boy is so delighted with his trike and the beginnings of independence that it offers him. It ends with me imagining him as a young adult ,riding in a shiny red sports car, but just as delieghted.
© Catherine Giordano 2011
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