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I Did It Because I Felt Free...
I could blame the Power Rangers right now, but I would rather thank them for getting me into the sport. I was only 12 when I got into gymnastics, and growing up at that age in the town I was in was not all a great walk through the park just because I did gymnastics. I didn't like showing off in gym, and held back a lot of things to, like not trying to out run the cool people, or do as much push ups than the football players. Because of anything that showed skills of gymnastics, they would make fun of me about it.
I learned how to do a back handspring at age 6, front tuck at age 8, roundoff back handspring at age 9, and the rest was easy as pie. I wanted to make friends that were into what I was in, so I got into gymnastics class. I went to level 4 and skiped a level, and went to level 6. I was so happy getting into the competition! When I got on that mat, I felt strong, good, and knew I owned the mat. But what I loved the most was when I would stick the full twist. It felt as if I would go in slow motion. I could feel the air around me, I felt like I was... flying.
That was the only thing that kept me going and staying in that gym. I knew I was allowed to start training for the Olympics, and was psyched from hearing other boy's gymnastic teams wanted me. But the kids in school thought it was gay. I was even once sent home with two black eyes. The boys thought I could dodge anything, so they started throwing bricks at me. Well they found out I CAN'T... not with 20 of them coming at me.
I dropped out, threw away my lucky wristband I would wear for floor, and that was that. I'm 17 now and I still have that dream about the Olympics. If I could, I would take it back. I would have kept on going. It's too late now, huh?
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