Narrative Essay About Gymnastics

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As a child, I would always stare down the hall at the park district pool towards the gymnastics room, hoping to watch little girls walk on their hands and bounce around, longing to be just like them. My parents did not know what gymnastics was or that it even existed. I cannot really blame them for this because our Hispanic culture revolves around soccer, and that is the sport that I was steered into instead, headshots replacing handstands. I was the girl on the team that made boys not underestimate girls in this sport; I was even given a nickname: the terminator, but it wasn't what I wanted to do; my heart was not fully into it. I remember when a friend of mine taught me how to do a pullover on the playground bars during recess at school. I was instantly hooked; I practiced that skill over and over because I had never seen the world upside down before then. It brought me more joy than I had ever had on the soccer field--terminating or not. …show more content…

I have never circled something so quickly before. I was finally going to be a gymnast, and I knew that I had to start preparing as soon as I could. The summer before walking into Rolling Meadows High School as a freshman, I did a lot of handstands at home. Sometimes I would ty to hold the handstands for a minute without leaning on the wall. I was scared of kicking up too hard and landing on my back at first, but I had already landed on my back and falling was not that bad. By the time the school year began, I was no longer afraid to push my kick-ups harder knowing that even if I pushed too hard, I would get back up and try

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