Swifter, Higher, Stronger
first mention of the Winter Olympics was during parent Ė teacher
interviews. Iíd already become fast
friends with the students, but this was the first time I had met any of their
parents. I enjoyed the opportunity to
tell them about the good work their children were doing in school. I have to admit I also enjoyed telling the
parents about my adventures. One of the
parents seemed especially interested to hear about all the places I had been,
and in particular how much I enjoyed seeing unusual places. When we were finishing up, he paused for a
moment and seemed to be considering something.
Suddenly he asked if I would like to come with him to the Winter
Olympics in Torino. I laughed, and asked him if I looked like I
was crazy? Of course Iíd love to go with
him to the Winter Olympics. He smiled,
said it was a deal, and shook my paw as they were leaving.
thought about it later, I realized he must have been playing a trick on me for talking
so much about my adventures. It would be
fantastic to go to the winter Olympics, but I knew it was impossible. I would never
be able to do something that special. Or
so I thought.
January I had an opportunity to return to Geneva and visit my family and
friends. It was a wonderful trip, and on
our flight back I was already looking forward to telling my grade 3 friends all
about it. Imagine my surprise when the very
next morning my traveling companion told me I wouldnít be seeing my friends
just yet, and that I should get busy packing my suitcase instead. He said it was time to go on the trip we had
talked about Ė the one with my special traveling companion. When I looked confused, he asked if Iíd
forgotten about the Winter Olympics.
Actually I had forgotten. I had forgotten because I thought he was
joking, not because I wasnít interested.
I was delighted to discover he was serious, and the very next day I was
on an airplane heading for Torino. In a way, it was
kind of amusing. Iíd just spent two
weeks in Geneva, and here I was, two days
later, flying back over Geneva on my way to Italy. I made sure to wave to my friends as we flew
overhead, though I donít think they could see me.
the first things we did after arriving in Torino, was to get our badges. When my special traveling companion said I
was going to the winter Olympics, I imagined being in the stands with thousands
of enthusiastic fans. It was exciting to
think about, because even if I wasnít in the front row, I would still be there,
in person. How could I possibly
complain? Then I received my badge and looked
at it. I was amazed. I asked if it was true, afraid that it might
be another joke. He just smiled, and
nodded. I was the only official mascot
for the winter Olympics. I had my own
special security badge that allowed me to go anywhere I wanted to in the
Olympic village. It was fantastic.
special badge meant that I wasnít in the front row at the Olympic events. I was even closer than that - in front of the
amazing what you discover when you can wander anywhere in the Olympic village. Fascinating things happen all the time, not just
during competition. I liked watching the
athletes practice before events. It is
exciting to watch a race, with all the fans cheering insanely, but during
practice you see a completely different side of things. You see the hard work, the challenges the raw
talent, and the drive to win. You can
watch all that as if it were your own private show. Of course you have to be very quiet so you
donít ruin their concentration, but I am very good at that. I have a perfect image of it all in my
memory. It made me feel very lucky.
my special pass I was able to do many things that most people at the Olympics
never dream of doing. I marched with the
Canadian team in the opening and closing ceremonies. I can still feel the excitement in the air as
we came into the stadium with tens of thousands of people cheering for us. You probably didnít see me if you watched it
on television, because I am rather shorter than most of the athletes. Actually, Iím shorter than all of the
athletes, but I was there, I can assure you of that. I watched every event I wanted to, from the
perfect spot. I watched the hockey games
from right behind the playerís bench, cheering them on whenever they
scored. I even tried some of the events,
or at least almost tried them. I went
skiing for a day, which was great fun. I
sat in one of the racing sleds imagining what it would be like to be screaming down
the mountain at 100 miles per hour. My
special traveling companion asked if I wanted to give it a go. It was awfully tempting, but in the end I
decided that ĒscreamingĒ down the mountain was exactly what I would probably
end up doing. I know saying no was the
right decision, but I still sometimes wonder what it would have been like.
say I was allowed to go anywhere, I really do mean anywhere. I ate in the cafeteria with the
athletes. I relaxed in the athletes
lounge and slept in the same dormitory. I
even rode on the busses with them.
you say anything, I know what you are thinking.
I donít have my seat belt on in this picture. That is because the bus isnít moving. You know that I had it done up when we were
driving, donít you?
to know the athletes quite well, and they would wave and say hi whenever they
saw me. I was cheering for all our
athletes, but I was especially excited about the Canadian womenís speed skating
team, and went to watch all their events.
I like to think that my cheering was one of the reasons they won so many
medals. Cindy Klassen and Kristina
Groves were both kind enough to show me their medals. It was fantastic.
I travel I always find special animals that can sit so still that most people
donít ever realize they are alive. I
always try to stop and say hi. They
often have great stories of their own, and I always enjoy telling them about my
adventures. I have to be careful not to
move when anyone is looking, but I donít find that difficult. In Torino I found a raven who took me
flying when no one was looking. The view
of the Olympic village from the air was spectacular. The trickiest part was finding a quiet place to
land. We had a few close calls, but we
finally managed it. We both agreed it
was well worth the effort.
isnít unusual to find animals who sit very still, but I have never before met a
human who did that. I guess there is a
first time for everything, because I met someone like that in Torino. He told me his name was Ronald. I met him outside a little restaurant that
seemed to be very popular with the people there. He assured me that my grade 3 friends would
almost certainly be very familiar with it.
I was surprised, because to be honest, Iíd never heard of it. I checked later with some of my bear friends,
and none of them had heard of it either.
This confused me a bit until I went in and looked at the menu. Suddenly it was obvious. There was no raw fish on the menu at
all. Not even a single appetizer. It was clear they were not trying to get
bears for customers. Still Ronald and I
had a wonderful talk, even though he insisted on sitting very still every time
someone walked by. It was strange to
meet a human who did that, but in a way it made me like him all the more.
special traveling companion was a member of the security team for the
Olympics. I know all about the security
business because my dad works in security in Geneva, for the Aboriginal Bear
Committee. Iíve even had one or two
security assignments myself during my travels.
Some of the equipment was new to me, but Iím a quick learner, and before
long I was familiar with most of it. I had great fun riding around Torino on the ďPoliziaĒ cars, and
testing out the small motorcycles.
was one thing about going to the Olympics that worried me from the very
beginning. Who I was going to cheer
for? I live in Canada now, but Iím from
Switzerland. All my grade 3 friends live
in Canada, but my friends from
Bear School, and my family, all live in Switzerland.
bothering me so much that I was beginning to lay awake at night worrying about
it. Someone suggested that I shouldnít
go to any events with either Canada or Switzerland, but that just seemed silly. I never seriously considered it. But I still had a problem, and I couldnít see
any easy way to pick who to cheer for.
Suddenly, in a flash of inspiration, I had the answer. Sometimes there are two athletes from the
same country in the same event. When
that happens, most people from that country just cheer for both at the same
time. I decided that I would sort of do
the same thing. I would cheer for Canada and Switzerland. That is exactly what I did, at least most of
the time. Of course, my badge said that
I was the official Team Canada mascot (or as they say in
Italian, mascotte). My room was with
Team Canada, and of course there were also
the posters. My grade 3 friends from
Stittsville all drew posters to cheer on Team Canada, and sent them to Torino. The posters were on the walls all around Team
Canadaís building, and they all had
my picture on them. That was one of the
reasons all the athletes got to know me so well. I did try to cheer for Canada and Switzerland
equally, but I suppose if Iím being completely honest, I have to admit that
most of the time I was thinking of my new grade 3 friends from ALC in
Stittsville, and I was cheering just a tiny bit more for Canada.
how could I possibly ignore the fact that ALC Rocks!
course I made many new friends in Torino too. Iíve already mentioned the athletes, the
Raven, and Ronald, but I met so many others as well. Right from the first day I found that
everyone was very friendly. The
volunteers who were making the athletes badges were surprised to see a
traveling bear but once we began talking about my adventures they wanted to
hear all about them. We had a wonderful
talk, and when my badge was ready they all insisted that I have my picture
taken with them. I was more than happy
come to realize that growing up in Geneva I never really gave much thought
to old buildings and ruins. We had them
all over the place, so they never really seemed to be anything special. However, my usual traveling companion is mad
about them. Whenever he sees ruins, he
makes me go over with him and have a look at them. Usually they just look like broken buildings
to me, but he seems to be fascinated with them, and can wander through them for
hours. The ones that interest him the
most are ancient Roman ruins. You can
probably see where this is going, canít you?
The Olympics were in Italy. What
better place to see Roman ruins than Italy? My traveling companion couldnít be in Torino,
but when I saw some Roman ruins I immediately thought of him, and found myself
strangely interested in taking a closer look.
Iím not sure I completely understand what he sees in them, but Iím
finding they are beginning to grow on me.
I was pleased that I was small enough to slip between the bars in the
fence and go in to have a closer look. Perhaps
Iíve been hanging around with him too long, or maybe Iím just learning to see
things in a new way. We shall have to
a wonderful, exciting two weeks at the Winter Olympics. I met some amazing athletes, and made many
new friends. I watched the Olympic
events from the best seats in the house.
I marched in the opening and closing ceremonies. All of that was wonderful, but on the last
day I took the opportunity to just sit under the Olympic rings, watching,
listening, smelling, feeling, and taking everything in. I loved the feeling that I was a part of it all
Ė a small piece of history in the making.
I think that many years from now, when I look back on my time in Torino, that image will still be my
most intense memory. As I write this I
can feel the joy of just sitting on that bench, under the Olympic rings,
experiencing the moment.
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