It was such a hard decision to make, I felt like I was being put on the spot in front of all my classmates. With the approval of my mother I was able to join the team. I felt so accomplished and I was proud of myself. I was finally part of something and was not alone anymore. I was not happy all the time. My mother was never there like I had hoped. .
Every race before I would start advancing to the start line I would scout the crowd for any sight of my mother but every time I would disappoint myself. My mother being absent from my events mad me resent her, a whole new feeling for me. This was the first time I felt disappointment and sadness but not just any kind of sadness. I was sad for a whole different reason than not getting a toy. Nevertheless, I learned to be strong and had my comrade's support and cheers. Being in a team made me realize that I had competitiveness inside me. It started shaping who I was. I was finding myself because of sport. .
Sixth grade was the year where I learned to be afraid of sports. I wasn't used to many other different people. I never wanted to move out of elementary, I didn't like change. First day of Athletics I was nervous to what was coming, I didn't know what to expect. I was hoping for some familiar faces since I hadn't seen anyone I knew in elementary all morning. I'm the first one to walk in and I feel relieved because I hated getting stared at by complete strangers. The gymnasium seemed so much bigger and it smelled funkier than my old gymnasium at San Carlos. "It was probably because the older you get the more you smell ", I thought. A familiar face walks in; it was the same classmate that started it all and challenged me to my first race. .
Finally, everyone is sitting and the head coach of athletics walks in. He explains the many sports that were in line for the school year. I was very confused because I had never heard of all these sports, all I knew was how to run.