When I was in 10th grade, I took a Creative Writing course. We had to write something we remembered from our childhood. When I was younger, I took a few years of Gymnastics.

Written November 1, 2004:


All eyes on me,
I couldn't get nervous or scared.
I could've gotten sick,
I don't think I cared.

Run down the floor,
Do a flip,
Don't forget the somersault,
With a twist added for more points.
Sound easy? Not really.

Just take a deep breath,
Do your best.
You can do this.

I run down the blue flooring,
Being careful not to trip.
If I land the wrong way,
I could break a hip.

Having this in mind,
I took my best shot.
I did a flip and a tuck,
But it didn't come out so hot.

I landed sideways,
Everyone laughing...pointing.
I run up and cry to my mom,
And complain of a stomachache.

All my practicing
Gone down the drain.
I have failed my team.
I have failed me.

-Lindsay- ©