I can't believe how much this filly has grown. And I don't just mean physically, but emotionally as well.
Everypony believed that her wings would never develop, that she would never be able to fly... Even she herself came to believe it too.
But neither her friends nor I ever lost faith in her.
And now that I see her, ready to take the entrance exam for the Wonderbolt Academy, I see myself in her again.
When I was a foal, at first I wasn't very good at flying either... I was always crashing and bumping into everything... that's where my nickname "Rainbow Crash" came from.
But, I never gave up and, with the support of my family and closest friends, like Fluttershy, I was determined to become an expert flyer.
And when I met Scootaloo, when she asked me to be her adopted sister... That's when I decided to take her under my wing (literally and metaphorically) and do the same for her.
It's been years since that moment and I couldn't be prouder of her... In fact, if she were my blood sister, I couldn't love her any more than I already do.
She was very nervous about her exam so I decided to take her with me on a small excursion, a day at the beach, enjoying the end of spring, now that the days are warmer.
And now, as we watch the sunset, I can't help but think that I'm like that sun, which goes out slowly but inexorably.
And I think that's fine, if that meant it's Scootaloo's time to shine with equal or greater force.
After all, the sunset of a pony is always the sunrise of another.