Precocious

something i remember

I’m not ashamed to say that I was a precocious kid.

I owe a lot to the environment i grew up in. We lived in an idyllic setting, on a farm with a big barn full of cows and pigeons, and I spent a lot of time reading.

When I was in second grade, I was reading at a 10th grade level, but I was shooting pigeons at a post-high school level.

By the time I was in sixth grade, I was getting scholarship offers to go shoot pigeons for Brown, Stanford, Harvard.

But I didn’t want to be part of that snobby Ivy League pigeon shooting thing.

I did it as a true amateur, just because I loved killing pigeons.