Scared I was,
that day my bicycle lost it’s supports;
afraid, excited, free.

I remember that I threw as you let go of the bike,
and the one after that,
when I caught you smiling!
Scared, for sure I was; but then, it changed!

Scared I was,
that day in third grade;
after all, failure was new to me.

I remember scrambling through the faces,
through the disappointment,
only to get sucked in the vortex some more;
till you put your hand on me.
I remember that smile, that ‘all right, champ!’
Scared, for sure I was; but then, it changed!

Scared I was,
that day she left,
scared, angry, sad, crying!
And I remember you,
still, strong, steady in the storm,
waiting, as the savages marched on!
Scared, for sure I was; but then, it changed!

Scared I was,
that day in the infirmary.
I was going to be fine, I knew;
it was you, for whom I was worried!
Scared, for sure I’ve been often;
but then, things have changed, I have changed!