I remember getting my first bike for Christmas that year. Me and my brother screamed with excitement when we saw what we actually got. Later that day when we went outside to ride the bikes, I realized I didn’t know how to ride a bike. My other two brothers had been taught to ride a bike by Dad prior to him passing away. As you wait for me to follow you guys I remember the look on your face when you realized I didn’t know how to ride a bike. You didn’t make fun of me. You didn’t leave me. You showed me what a big brother was about. You turned around and we spent the rest of the day showing me how to ride that bike. This picture is from the next day. Mom took a picture of me riding the bike. I was so proud of myself, but I was also so grateful to have you as a brother.