This is no ordinary bike. Its a trick bike, a dirt bike, a power ranger motorcycle. It can do tricks, go off jumps, and makes lots of noise. There are exclamations I hear like:
"Beaver dirt bike!", "Oh yeah baby!", "Go power rangers!", "Did you see that!".
It's all the exploration of one creative imagination. 
He is skilled. More than I thought he would be. He's fast and he's fearless. I assume that's why riding a bike comes naturally to him. Jumps can never be to high for his desire, but it makes my heart a little uneasy. I still can't let go of the little boy that entered my life five years ago and accept that he is growing up.
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