My little sister's name is CAROLINE... She... is a master of legos and ripsticking. She... is a future rock climbing master. She... plays the piano, the clarinet, and the alto saxophone. She... is first chair in the Wasatch band saxophone section. As an 8th grader she... made it into the school jazz band and currently wakes up early every day in order to attend this prestigious musical group. She... receives straight A's. She... can do a perfect impersonation of this guy...
...and... is always ready with a witty comment.
You'd think this was enough. You'd think that she has exhausted her talents and could now continue at a steady pace. BUT NO. This year Caroline, as a ninth grader, joined the Skyline High cross country team and willingly put her body through vigorous training that would have killed her sister. (not me of course, the OTHER sister) Not only is she going to school early, but she is now staying hours afterwards so that she can run up mountains and stuff. We were all proud that she wanted to be on a team, no one more proud than my dad. Personally I thought she would be mediocre.
I WAS WRONG.
As a freshman, Caroline just participated in the State Cross Country meet. Out of about 120 girls who ran, CAROLINE CAME IN SECOND. (3 miles in 19 minutes 7 seconds)She was in the newspaper the next day, a feat none of the other siblings have achieved. (except Rebecca apparently)
Caroline, in white, to the right of the girl in yellow, who finished first.
Although her face is blocked by an elbow, there she is.
And once again.
Good job Caroline. I'm proud of you. Wish I could have been there.