Stereotypes In The Dumpster-Personal Narrative

The weeks went by, but Zion saw no progress in her swimming abilities. Every muscle on her body hurt! She was beginning to wonder if swimming was the right sport for her.

“I think I’d like to give gymnastics a try.” She told her parents, earning frowns from them.

“Zion, are you sure about this?” Mom asked, yet again.

Zion nodded, certain that she would do much better with gymnastics. After all, she’d taken ballet and dance, being flexible and nimble was not a problem for her.

“Alright, but remember, your true talent may not lie in being an Olympic athlete, or even good at sports.” Dad told her.

Zion gave him a tight hug and reassured him that she knew she had what it took to be an Olympic athlete.

The following week, Zion joined her two best

This had to be her ticket to Olympic gold!

“You look like a jumping bean.” Her friends said, giggling.

Zion smiled. She was ready to give her best.

The start of the class went great, better than Zion expected it. She found the warm up exercises very fun. However, when it came time to practice on the balance beam, to tumble and volt, Zion struggled. Her feet kept tangling up. She kept losing her balance and became clumsy.

She tried, tried and tried again, for a hole two months, but she wasn’t getting any better. She wasn’t as graceful as the other gymnasts, or even her friends.

“Maybe this isn’t the sport for me.” She thought one afternoon, as she watched her friends work on their floor routine. Their tumbles looked so grateful. Their flips were so fast and looked amazing!

Suddenly, a loud crash was heard, followed by a pained cry. Zion looked in the direction of the noise and saw her friend Lauren crying beneath the uneven bars.

Without a second thought, Zion ran to her. Slowly and gently, Zion helped Lauren up and guided her to one of the benches.

When the teacher came over, Zion ran to the back of the gym, to grab a few bags of

It looked red and swollen, the teacher said it likely was broken.

“Thank you Zion, you are an awesome friend.” Lauren said, tears running down her cheeks.

Despite seeing her friend hurting, Zion felt a warm feeling slowly spread through her. It was the same feeling that she’d experienced when she’d helped her teammate at the swimming practice.

Despite her fail attempts to make improvements with her gymnastic skills, Zion stuck through with the class until the regional competitions. She didn’t think that she was cut out to be a gymnast, but she still wanted to be there for her friends.

While her friends got ready, she took the liberty of helping each one of them prepare. She motivated them during warmups, encouraged them during practices, encouraged them during their routines and made sure to comfort them whenever they fell, or didn’t stick their landing. It felt good to support and cheer on her friends.

As she was sitting on the bench waiting her turn for the floor exercise, she noticed a gymnast from another team had dropped her competitor’s tag.

Wait! “Zion called out, running after the girl.

The girl turned around frowning. When she saw Zion holding out the tag, she smiled