As I mention before my friend Daniel and Paul were middle class. They had every toy a boy could want and more that I will hit on later .Living on a farm and being poor I missed out on learning certain boy skills like catching a ball with a glove, but more importantly I had nothing to show off. Daniel was the strongest of us. Paul was the best in school but me I felt I had nothing special. At recess time we used to play on these high swings where there was always a competition of who would swing the highest. I discovered early that I was good at that. Someone dared me to jump off when it’s high! So I did! A new game was born. I didn't hurt myself but the others saw that and the competitions was on. Every recess I went strait to the swing to show off my skills. Always watching the others I would challenge the best in the group. Thanks to an invention we came up with called "under duck" where the pusher would pass under your swing as he pushed you higher and higher and when I thought I had exceeded the last record of I jumped .I always landed on my feet , sometime rolled a little . The kids would cheer! “I’m the best I thought to myself “! My 15 minute of fame kind of faded quickly because Paul was overweight and Daniel always lost interests in things he wasn't the best at. No one could take that away from me because “I was the best"!
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