The first times down the hill in front of our apartment were tenous on the sled. Charlotte went with me and in no terms would go on her own. Then in a moment of clarity, she realized that it would be much more fun alone. There she went, again and again, off on her own. The snow was crunchy with ice, so I made foot prints deep into the snow so that she could walk the sled up the hill on her own.
You go, little girl. I hope that you become braver and braver in all you do.