Today my nephew Nik is eleven.
There are many things I’d like to say about him, but at eleven, he’d like a bit of censoring.
Say too much and I’ll embarrass him, say too little and I’m afraid I won’t properly convey how much I like the person
he’s growing into.
He’s interesting to talk with and teaches me something whenever we speak.
Like a typical eleven year old, he has a dog he loves.
She’s a sweet little beagle named Ingrid.
Unlike a typical boy his age, he likes to makes movies rather than just watch them.
Sometimes, Ingrid has a leading role.
Nik taught himself how to make movies using a small Nikon and a Mac.
His movies vary.
Sometimes, they’re black and white with special effects like slow motion.
His sense of humor is easily apparent in the images and story line.
He made a movie for my birthday last year when he was ten.
He read here about an experience I had in England
and made this movie to mirror my story.
Home schooled in Alaska, I think he’s exceptional.
When I visited last December, I was able to see his skill with his electric guitar, a Fender.
It’s a great guitar for a young musician partial to Jimi Hendrix, Deep Purple, my personal favorite Bruce Springsteen, and okay…KISS. (not my favorite)
He’s a builder and a doer, creative and kind with a scientific mind and an enthusiastic spirit.
Last week he won first place with his science fair project on Trans Fats. He’s been trans fat focused since last summer
when he talked his mom (my sister, Margaret) into buying him the book, Eat This, Not That. After the science
competition, he went book shopping again, for volume 3 of Eat This, Not That so my sister figures he’s not done yet.
Today he’s eleven.