Then I got older. And "cooler". I didn't allow myself to stand out so much. I wasn't willing to be so eager. I stopped trying so hard.
Tonight at swimming, Angie gave me some feedback on my stroke. After swimming a couple laps, she asked me how it felt. I mentioned that it was good; I could feel a difference, but I was going to have to focus on it over the next week to make it feel more natural.
"And you'll do that!" she said. "That's why you've gotten as far as you have."
Ever the eager student, I nodded like an excited puppy. "Yes! You can give me homework! I'll do it!"
I'm that kid again. One that tris. Screw being cool.