Before Aedan, I used to ride my bike up and down all the hills around here. I loved my bike.
There was one hill that was very steep and tall with a few sharp curves in it.
It was my favorite.
I used to fly down that hill on my bike, no brakes, bowing my body into each curve. I loved the rush and the wind - I never felt fear; it always brought a sense of ultimate freedom.
Now - I get to the top, I think of Aedan, my heart races, and my brakes help me to go down slow.
Who needs hills anyway?
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