This is Charlie. He’s 11, and in the 5th grade. He plays basketball and baseball, and has recently gotten interested in college football. He loves Instagram (for the photos of NBA players and cute animals) and Sports Center (for NBA and MLB news). He spends hours in the driveway working on his layup and his free throws; every Sunday, he has a batting lesson with an Aussie coach who calls him “Chaalie.” He has very specific tastes in clothes; he gravitates toward long athletic shorts and quirky tees and bright colored high tops (with coordinating Nike Elite socks, of course). He will not wear Crocs or long sleeved polo shirts or the adorable plaid chino shorts I try to buy him every summer.
Charlie is easy going and kind, and he gets along with everyone. His teachers describe him as a leader; his coaches always comment on what a smart player he is. Everyone agrees that he is a good listener. When he talks to adults, he looks them right in the eye and answers thoughtfully and politely.
He is a hard worker and will keep at a task until he succeeds, whether it’s word problems or a left handed layup. He never complains about having to get up for 8 am basketball practice on a Saturday, or about sitting on the bench for a couple of innings during a tournament baseball game. He’s a team player, always.
Charlie is fun to be around. He will make up crazy songs, accompanied by outrageous dance moves, for no reason. He will eat anything — the more unusual, the better. He wants to go everywhere and see everything. He is already planning to go to college in Florida, because Florida has beaches and he loves the beach.
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