Another short chapter for Winter Memories, trying to keep on with the writing, : D

It had been her most vivid memory of her father, why she didn't know, only that she had been more happy that day then she ever had been as a child. Joe had taken the picture after she had taken her first ride on the bike, with only a little help from her father, which had made her all the more proud and excited. James Pezzini had praised her like she had just won The Nobel Peace prize and all the while she' d been wobbling around and around in the driveway, she had kept pretending she'd been riding a motor bike like her dad did.

"I'm gonna be just like dad uncle Joe! And I'm gonna get a big motor bike like him, and then we can both go riding together!" Sara giggled uncontrollably as she circled in a lopsided oval around her adopted uncle, proclaiming all the plans she had.

Joe laughed softly and grinned over at James, smirking a bit as he shook his head, "Let's just hope you don't ride like your old man...don't need another speed devil on the streets of New York..."

"Joe..." James arched a brow, his voice low, but he chuckled softly and looked back to his daughter, sighing happily as he watched her. He only wished her mother could be there to see how much she'd grown...

"Dad, what's a speed devil?" Sara blinked her big green blue eyes at her father and slowly peddled her way towards him, barely able to come to a stop at his feet and almost falling over as she look up at him, wanting to know what uncle Joe had been talking about.

"A speed devil is something you don't need to be Sara..." A soft chuckle came from her as she remembered what her father had answered her and she spoke the words softly as she opened her eyes and looked at the picture again as she sighed softly. Very gently she reached out her hand, her forefinger out stretched and she traced her finger tip over the frame of the picture, watching with blinking eyes as she smiled a bit more at the image of her father.