Y is for yo-yo.

You are the greatest former yo-yo champion I know. That you are the only former yo-yo champion I know should in no way detract from this compliment, for my emphasis is actually on the adjective and not the compound noun. Countless times I’ve watched you sling that string back and forth as you pace the room, wheels spinning while working out a particularly difficult problem. So hypnotized I was by the rhythmic motion that I always followed your sage advice. I miss that toy, the hypnosis, the comfort of having you within pacing distance; in times like these I can’t help but wonder if you’re still walking back and forth, telling that yo-yo who’s boss.