Once upon a time a young boy, son of my friend, came to me. His eyes were shinie and proud. With all excitement, he told me, that he overcame the fear and learned how to drive a bicycle while standing and without hands. At first moment, i was shocked, my mother instinct would rather take his bicycle. But i couldn't overlooked his passion and need, that he show me his new skill. He went downhill, slowly stood up and lift his hands. He was faster and faster. The wind lifted his hair.......I felt freedom, freedom he dared to take.