It was when our neighbor, an almost five year old, decided that he was going to ride his bike without training wheels that Henrik finally wanted to test out his big boy bike too. He'd gotten it for Christmas and thought it was "cool" because it was re-furbished by his father in Hank's favorite colors: black and green. It had new pedals, a new seat, handle grips and came complete with flashing lights and a muffler. But he had no interest in riding it. "It's too big for me, maybe when I'm older" he'd reply every time we asked him to try it out. But on this day, without hesitation, he hopped on the bike. "Can you help me mom?" I knew he could do it, he's been balancing on his balance bike for two years and he already knew how to pedal. I was the one pushing him to ride this bike for weeks, heck, months. "Sure can, bud, climb on, don't ever stop pedaling. Ever." He clinched the handlebars, he checked for cars, and just ...