This story focuses on the of outgrowing childhood safety nets. Should we continue Shane’s story into a later stage of his life , or

His father walked over and knelt in the driveway. He didn't take the wheels off immediately. Instead, he pointed up at the wasp nest. "See them? They don't think about the air, Shane. They just trust their wings because that’s what they were made to do. You were made to move, too."

He mounted the seat, his knuckles white against the rubber grips. His father held the back of the saddle, a steadying weight.

Shane sat on the curb, his eyes locked on the of his bike. They were jagged and silver, the rubber worn down to a dull grey. To his father, those wheels were "crutches." To Shane, they were the only things keeping him from the unforgiving bite of the asphalt.