The path tilted slightly downwards and the many stones made it a rough path. We told her to leave the bicycle up and to walk down, but she didn’t listen. While she drove down, she gained speed and lost control, and in one second she was lying on the floor. The bicycle on top of her and she started to cry, more out of shock than of pain. She didn’t realize what happened. She fell of her bicycle, for the very first time.

She came earlier to me and asked me for ‘key number 15’. I didn’t understand it, thought she was learning how to count, until her father told me he bought her a bicycle and need some gear to fix the side-wheels so she could go out and drive her new bicycle. For the very first time.

After lunch, we went for a drive, on her new bicycle. I had an easy job as I was photographing only. Her father had to run a lot, to ensure all would be fine.

In the end it was all fine, she fell only once. It is part of learning how to drive. For sure, she will fall still many times. It’s ok. What matter is that she had a great time. That the joy was so much bigger than her tears. What matters in the end, is the smile on your face.