Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wallace West was born on a Tuesday, in the middle of a cloudy morning that threatened tornadoes and a football game his parents had been watching.
As a child, he was eager to learn - later, his mother would always say he'd wanted to run before he could walk, and his father would laugh and agree.
Even with all of that eagerness built up inside of him, the bright-eyed boy had been gracefull in its' thrall; most would assume him clumsy, with his shining eyes and bedraggled hair, but as he darted past his peers they would find themselves invariably proven wrong by deed, if not word.
After the experiment, his grace is morphed into speed. His mother thinks cheetah, his father wonders about his sons' future - not a chance at normal, but hopefully...better.
Then he finds comrades, friends, people to love and to fight in equal amounts because that, after all, is what family does.
But even his grace cannot save him from the touch of death, nor the need for a new man in the red-and-gold armour, so leaves his family to find a new one, a quieter, more somber one, but family all the same.
It is not quite the same, no, but Tuesday's child has the grace to find footing anywhere.