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!