Prodigy
My aunt had just paid for “ski school.”
If she only knew how much that meant to me.
I was placed with her and a pool of people,
I excelled exponentially.
We started in “1st grade”
but was pulled to the side and given a one on one session,
He said I was already a “4th grader”
And I showed much progression.
He took my under his wing for the rest of the day
and showed me his way.
He said I was a rare sight to see
since not many beginners CAN ski.
Our second day of “school” I started in “6th grade,”
On most’s second day, they are barely in “3rd”
All of the teachers came to see
How well his little “teachers pet” could really be
I astonishingly kept pace with them,
and at the end of our day...
he shook my hand...
and called me a prodigy