Golden Boy

Claude was a superstar sportsman, at the top of his profession he was world renowned for his prowess in his particular sport. He started young, turning professional before he had reached puberty and gaining in both confidence and skill as he matured. He wondered at his skill, was it nature or nurture? Sure, his father had encouraged him from an early age, but no more so than the other kids in his team, and they just didn't cut it in the pros. He also didn't have much of a family background in sports, his uncle on his mum's side played a bit of golf, but that's not really sport, is it? More like a spoiling a long walk chasing balls around a field. He thought about this long and hard, nature or nurture, but never could he come up with an answer. Each day as he practised for hours on end honing his skills to the nth degree, training in the gym, running circuits, lifting weights and reading books on sports psychology he wondered why he was the world's best. His team mates wondered too, some of them were faster that Claude, some were fitter and some were more motivated, but none of them could better him. They all talked about his prowess whilst having a few petals full of nectar down at the nectar bar as Claude was training, Claude didn't drink you see. There was no jealousy though, Claude was universally liked and the moniker Golden Boy had stuck with him from his pre-puberty playing days. Claude was destined never to discover whether it was his upbringing or his genetics that created his greatness, maybe if he practised less he would be able to work out the answer, or maybe he wouldn't be quite as good?

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