When I was six months old, I could count.
I don’t mean babble. I mean count.
One, two, three…
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!
My parents caught it on Betamax.
Within a week, all the neighborhood kids were coming over to watch the baby who could count. They’d cheer me on like I was a star performer in a Broadway show.
My mom beamed. She’d always wanted to prove that her genes were premium.
My dad proudly crowed, “That’s my boy!” His son was going to be somebody.
I didn’t understand what was happening, but I’m certain I felt the spotlight, and I liked it. That attention was the seed that nurtured my identity.
Early genius is a double edged sword. It separates you from the pack. And it keeps you separated from the pack...
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