When Jasmine swung from ropes in her attic, no one thought that she would become the finest gymnast in her country. In fact, she was scolded and ordered to behave by the righteous adults. However, they soon found out that she was a child prodigy. But, the surprise was that Justin next door enrolled in medical university at the age of 12. Mary of the opposite house displayed athletic skills at the tender age of 3 and brought home top world medals at the age of 10. Edwina in the last house of the street became a high jump champion.
The world soon took notice of the Prodigy Street and families thronged to rent or buy an apartment there; sentimentally hoping their children would achieve greatness. Sadly, this never happened. It was strange that the next generation of families in Prodigy Street did not have children.
You can find the statue of the world-renowned children in Prodigy Street. If you want to take a snap, visit Loola Land in the far corner of the earth.
Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction
WHen your head is stuck in the clouds you think you can achieve anything. A nice little story to go with the photo.
Thank you very much:)
If only greatness in life were that simple – yet in Singapore many parents expend much to get their children into the ‘right’ schools.
That is right. and every school wants bright students to maintain their record. Whatever will happen to the mediocre ones..Thank you so much for reading and supporting my posts and my blog. Wish you a happy week
There’s a moral in this fable: it isn’t the geography that makes people great. A cautionary tale well told.
That is true. Superstitions don’t really help. Thanks a lot for the comment
Amazing how greed for power and greatness will make people act and react. A great story.
True. The street just plays a role here and people immediately think that it is a lucky street. Thank you for commenting and the photo this week:)
You’re welcome and glad you liked it. Normally I choose a photo and work my story around it, but this week I needed to find a photo to fit my story
Where was it taken..
It was St Pancras International Train Station in London.
fertility rate and intelligence tend to be inversely correlated. i suppose this is the natures way of preventing cornering of an resources – the special genes for skills et al in this case.
Wonderfully imagined and presented.
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As usual, an interesting analysis from the Aesop Clerk:) Thank you very much
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oh, clever writer you are, Padmini. i love the story. ♥
Thank you, Sunshine. much appreciate your kind words
I can’t blame the parents for wanting to bring children up on that street, but it must have been hard on the children to disappoint their parents’ high expectations!
It is very difficult for the children. Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts
As elegant and thoughtful as ever.
You do take an angle, do you not!
Very clever and of course very well written.
Thank you, Elephant:)
Very interesting story to compliment the photo. Strange but true to form.
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An excellent take padmini and very, very well written. Clever and true of life!
Thanks a lot, Penny
I live in anytown USA. My kids go to anyschool USA. I can’t afford to live in Prodigy Street. Kinda’ sad though that in real life – not all schools are created equally. Well – as far as resources go – that is.
There is just a lot of sentimental value attached to prodigy street. It is nothing really:) The children rise due to their own merits:)) Thank you for reading, Rosy
One wonders why only one generation… But then that is the point, we all must strive and work at what we like. Most of us are not handed talent on silver platters. 🙂
Very true:) Thank you, Jules:)