The man wanted but He couldn't

He was watching the first tape in childhood when the great medallion has given to him. His ears were sharp and bunny-weird. He was imagining his prodigy childhood meanwhile of proud. He was surprised in which now he is nothing but a memory disposed of in the garbage. The spokesman then appeared and read loudly the words from the paper that he was a genius child of era. Everybody knew that. Now everybody is oblivious of him and the talent. What was it? He was very proud. Very hopeful. Another tape was about some child prodigies. He could smell the prodigies as well. He knew something was friendly and wrong about the curiosity of the child. Something he could do smelling but he couldn’t fully grasp the meaning behind it. It was a smell. What was the gift? The medallion was the great gift of time given to him in the meanwhile of his five. He was looking sharply, he was smelling fast, he was mirroring in the sides, to see the reality of being. It was a good smell. The tape was clear and real but his memory was lost in the meanwhile of haze. He was thinking about the incident. He was running. His head banged to the wall. His mother wrapped him by towel and kissed the head. He was scared. Someone doing some work with punches in the asylum. The man said that it is not necessary to punch the head for this little scratch. They came home. He was a genius.