Little Anna Graham had just had her training wheels removed from her bike and it couldn't have come sooner. She zipped up and down the sidewalk, her proud father standing on their lawn smiling but urging her to slow down. Of course she never would. It wasn't in her nature.
Free of the burden of constant balance and the uneven ride that the additional wheels provided, Anna felt like she could fly. She eyed a small pile of leaves that had gathered from an invisible whirlwind and soared right through it.
The leaves opened a path for her and were flung into the sky. They danced as they fell--the reds, oranges, and yellows--pirouetting and twisting until they landed back on the earth.
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