As a kid, I was always searching and trying out new sports. The first sport I did was soccer. Then I also tried dance and did that for a while. After a couple of months I would find something new to try and quit the last sport. But my sister always did one sport. She started gymnastics at age 5 and kept on going with the sport. I decided to try the sport along with her and I was going to try to stick with it. I started gymnastics pretty late, so I was usually the oldest. It was one day a week, but I caught on quick and was learning new things every week. I loved the sport, while I was at home, I would do flips on the trampoline with my sister. That Christmas my parents bought my sister and I a floor beam and a bar and we were so excited.
Also at the gym I would be going to I had friends that also went who I could carpool with. It seemed like an overall good choice, so I went and said goodbye to all my teammates and the next day I was trying out at the new place. When I got there I was put in a group with girls 1 or 2 years younger than me and I felt very old. If I were to make the team I would be competing with them. It made me feel as if I was not very good, but all the girls treated me the same. I knew it would be a good year competing.
I made the team and began to practice with the girls and become better friends. My first couple practices I got yelled at a lot. There were certain coaches who weren't as bad as others and I was beginning to get to know them. I had some I liked, then others not so much. But one coach was very helpful because I came to the gym with not as much skill as the other girls. At privates he was my coach and help me get where I needed to.
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