A little boy sat under a withered tree in Africa. He was very thin didn't got much food. About two years ago he lost his mother. Then he just got his father and big-brother. They were poor, and just got enough place to live tree people in their house. His father worked at a farm from the early morning to noon, after that he plucked cotton to midnight. His brother and himself had to take care of them self. He spend his time all day at his home-made running field. He loved to run, and he were very good at it. He got his running shoes at his birthday for three years ago from his mother. They were very worn, but he loved it that way. He only had old clothes- and shoes. He wanted to be a doctor or a lawyer. The doctors where his heroes, they helped him and the other African people. But his dream was to be a professional runner and come to The Olympic Games.
His shoes was something special for him. He would keep them all his life. He always run with them, and he washed them every day. He felt they gave him a secret power, almost a magic power. He felt he could run faster with them, and that they protected him against everything. Only with them on, could he be happy. Some days the children arranged their own running tournament. He won all the races every time, so the children didn't want him to attend the tournaments anymore. He felt very lonely every day, but the shoes hold him alive. His brother was very kind and helped him a lot.
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