When she was one, she took her first clumsy step. On her second, she fell down. Then she stood up and took another three.
When she was four, she came off her bike. She picked herself up, grazed and bruised. She didn’t need training wheels after that.
When she was 12, she fell climbing their tree. The next week, she reached the top, raising a plastered arm to the sky.
When she was 18, she leapt and spun and flew across the spring floor. And she stood on the podium as an exuberant crowd cheered, a gold medal around her neck.