Speedy

This is Speedy. He’s so fast that, according to his friends, if you ever tag him, just once, just with very tip of the longest finger on your longest arm, on the fastest day of your own life, you will be accomplished, and can deservedly feel proud. He is a Playground Boss, a Mover, a Rule Maker, and an occasional Rule Breaker. He gets the spirit of the law here: “don’t hurt anybody, don’t break their stuff, and don’t break the school.” He hunts mushrooms, laughs easily, and destroys video games handily; he can also make a square with one hand while the other makes a circle. He is a Gaming Philosopher: once, when tasked with an onerous clean-up job at school, he told me he had actually managed to manufacture some real enjoyment out of it, by game-ifying it. He said he turned it into his own “little game,” and added that he might play it again soon. Speedy is growing fast, too;  he is a streak of sunshine, a ribbon of energy. We can’t believe our luck to have him here, running exuberant circles around us; we’ll be very proud indeed if we ever catch up.