Pogo

This morning as I was walking up to my house, I saw one of the little boys down the street jumping on his pogo stick. I have seen him jumping on it a lot lately now that spring is here. Another little boy was walking down the hill to join him at the bus stop when the kid with the pogo stick yells up,

"Noah! I beat my record!!"
Noah replied, "What's your record?"
Pogo stick kid, "three hundred and fifty! What's yours?"
Noah said, "Only a hundred and fifty..."

I stopped listening here. I was smiling because I am the Pogo Stick Jumping CHAMPION. I was remembering my younger days when I pogo'd for over an hour on rough, clumpy ground at North Fork camp ground up Ogden canyon. Sure, I couldn't walk the next day cause my legs were so sore... but I did it.

MY record is 1,000 jumps on a pogo stick. I thought of smashing these young kids self confidence and telling them MY fantastic record. . . but thought maybe that was not nice. So I walked into my house proud of the fact that secretly, I am the pogo stick MASTER!