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“Ouch, Mom!” I exclaimed as my mother pulled the strands of hair she was holding even tighter.
She criss-crossed the strands to make two, neat French braids on the top of my head for my first gymnastics meet. The thought of this special event filled me with familiar nervousness and excitement. The butterflies were raging war inside my stomach and my knees felt as if they were about to crumble into a million pieces from the weight of my own body. Excitement kept the nervousness from taking over the rest of my body by the constant shots of adrenaline in me whenever I thought about the frightening task in front of me: doing my round off flip-flop in front of a hundred people.
Leaving these terrifying thoughts behind me, I stood up my complete four feet after my mom finished my hair, and ran up the stairs to put on my leo.
The leotard was black with red, velvet sleeves and a rhinestone pattern around the neckline. As I tugged and pulled on the long, clingy sleeves, I took in the faint scent of the large gym where it had been sitting for a couple of weeks. I noticed the way the soft underbelly of the velvet felt against my skin.
“Lauren! Let’s go!” My mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs, interrupting my thoughts.
“Okay, one sec,” I replied, coming back to earth.
I pulled on my warm-up pants and then shrugged into my Acrosports jacket. My feet flew down the stairs at rocket speed. Hitching my bag over my shoulder, I ran out the door in a frenzy for the car. Before opening the door, I paused to look around my rather shabby garage. The beams and spring boards pressed against the walls documented the amount of time I put into the sport. I opened the bronze car door and sat down on the leather seat.
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“Oh my goodness, I can’t believe I did that!” I yelled over everyone else.
“Good job, BT” Kelsey said using the team’s frequently used term of endearment for me because of my over grown big toe.
“That was wonderful, Lauren,” Adrianne told me, not joining in on the use of my nickname. I listened to the many more congratulations that came from my teammates until the excitement wore off.
To top off the amazing meet experience, my team won first place and I got to take home the trophy for the weekend. It was shiny and black and very very tall.
When I got home that evening, I took off my leotard and hung it up in my closet. I looked at it with a sense of pride, and even though I’ve had many other leotards I always cherished this one the most because it marked the beginning of my competitive gymnastics career and my first flip-flop on the floor.
Fraser, Allen. “What a great gymnastics movie should be.” The New Yorker. conde Nast, n.d. May. 17 Feb. 2014
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When we first arrived I’d thought we’d taken a wrong turn and went to a traveling gypsy convention by mistake. The whole field outside the school was filled with tents of various sizes and colors. 200 wrestlers, about thirty of which were girls, filtered about the area. As my soon-to-be teammates and I headed to the first practice, anxiety gnawed at my stomach like a dog with a bone (FL). I wanted to impress everybody, and prove that I could make it in this sport. Before we started, the coach patted me on the shoulder. “I’ve got your back all right.” he told me. I smiled and nodded. At least one person was looking out for me.
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quivering, My mom stood up quickly realizing my frustration. My mom explained so kindly how this
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back to the room and was scolded by my mom. My mom held on to my arm