Personal Narrative: Meghana Pulimi

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As I nervously waited behind the curtain I hear my name get called by the announcer to go perform. “Next up is Meghana Pulimi.” As I step on the cold, shiny, ice wearing my bright yellow skater dress. Don’t fall! Remember to go in a circle twice. All those thoughts ran through my head, as I start skating to my start position. Once I get there everyone starts clapping. I could hear my parents cheering me on, and other people in the bleachers saying whoo!! Everyone start to cheer me on and that made me really glad and I started to become more confident.Then I got a big smile on my face. My hands were on my hips and legs were still freezing but then when the music started I thought “You can do this”. Then I started gracefully skating. At the

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