A yoyo is more than a toy. It's a cherished instrument. Just like a guitar, flute, drum sticks, and even a piano. It represents the player. It creates the player. It IS the player.

       I've learned that teaching yoyo is not a simple task. Unlike musical instuments, there is no store that is dedicated solely to the purpose of selling yoyos. One must go online in order to be able to purchase a yoyo capable of handling today's tricks. Unfortunately, shopping online is not convienent, and for most intrigued people, a turn off. Once you mention "You have to get a yoyo online," you've lost about nine out of ten people who wanted to partake in the hobby. 
       
      Earning the Dark Magic would be a boon for my quest to spread awareness of the modern yoyo. One day, I hope that instead of a person watching me yoyo say, "I've never seen that before," he'll instead say, "Your throw's off." Every yoyo that I possess will aid me in striving for that goal.

       That goal right now is only just a hair away from grasping. I am exhibiting the hobby to fellow classmates, strangers, and others more. I've already shown one high school what the yoyo is capable of and now that I've transferred to another school, twice as more high schoolers in my district will know of the modern yoyo

        But what then? When everyone is aware, what will happen? That is where your yoyo comes into play, JM. As teachers lend their knowledge and parents lend their old, cherished instuments, I will be the teacher, and you will be the parent. I will teach as many prospective yoyoers as possible. If they show promise, I will hereby give the yoyo to them. 

         If it's possible, I may start up a yoyo club, use your yoyo as the prime unresponsive yoyo, so others may benefit from it's excellent design, and when the time is right, I will hold a contest. Maybe a contest of performance, or maybe a contest of devotion to the hobby. And the winner, or the most devoted, shall earn the Dark Magic.

          Club or sole student, this yoyo will be invaluable no matter what. When passed on, I shall convey to the new possessor of the story behind this yoyo. I shall have him/her swear that as you have done for and I have done for them, they will do for the next student.

          For me, yo-yoing is an excellent form of a hobby. It's a way to express yourself. To just relax, feel the gyroscopic pull of the yo-yo as it tugs on the last bit of wound up string before spinning at RPMs cabaple only by cars powered by rocket thrust. Everything about the yo-yo is beautiful. The sinewy feel of the string, the dexterity and almost unnoticeable but signifant tweaks of the fingers, the twirling of the slack tricks, the whip catches that can only be followed by an eagles eye, the triangles that appear out of nowhere in a laceration, the mesmerizing looping, the multitasking of the counterweight manipulation and even 3A. All of this is an untapped beauty, unnoticed by the world. Many hobbies out there are to please the senses. Music pleases the sense of hearing. Food pleases the sense of taste and smell. Clothing pleases the sense of touch. And yo-yos, please the sense of sight. It's time for this world to know what it's truly like to yo-yo.
           
             As the saying goes, "Pass it forward."