Prodigy

Thu, 10/25/2018 - 19:29 -- jdorman

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 

 

 

 

 

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