It was always my dream to one day make the state gymnastics team. I strived to be one of the best in my division, and every day after school practices at river city gymnastics sure proved it. My coach, Mrs. Lee was like a drill sergeant no one knew she had an “inside voice”. She would yell at the smallest mistakes we made. Most people would have taken her screaming personally, but not me, I knew all that screaming and yelling was her way of trying to get me to do my best, I mean that was her job.
The tryout day was creeping up on me faster than the seasons change I was beginning to et nervous and the butterflies in my stomach were fluttering around like it was spring time. I had to pick a routine that would guarantee me a spot on the state team. I quickly learned that my strength was on the apparatus, also known as the balance beam. It took a lot of balance and skill to do a various number of front flips, back flips, and jumps on a four inch wide beam.
Finally June 24, the day of tryouts, I couldn’t tell whether I was more excited or nervous. The hardest part of the day had to have been sitting in a tiny purple and orange room, for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for them to post the names. As I looked around and saw the other girls dressed in their own personal style of leotards, and all of them who had the same dream as I did.
Finally the names were posted; I began to sweat as if I had just run a marathon. The one plain black and white piece of paper, with a row of names on it is nothing to some people, but to me it was like a golden ticket to a beautiful paradise.first row, fourth name down, there it was I never thought I would be so happy to see my boring old name.my dream had just come true, I was one of the lucky twenty in south Texas to be on the state gymnastics team. Words couldn’t describe how I felt, all my hard work had finally paid off.
To celebrate and take a short break from gymnastics, my mom decided to take a...