My tow-headed six-year-old careens in front of me on the sidewalk, his red Transformers helmet glinting in the sun.
"I'm doing it!" Jackson cries.
"Great job" I call as he rolls away from me on his hand-me-down blue skates.
It's a beautiful afternoon, with a slight nip in the air and a bright, cloudless sky. I smile and murmur a prayer of thanksgiving for Fall. "
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