When I was six, my mom put me in gymnastics, thinking it was just another sport I'd try for a season then move onto something different. She was wrong. I absolutely loved gymnastics, I wanted to go everyday. I'd come home and start rolling around the house, because a roll was the only skill I had, but I valued that skill so much. After practice, I would sit in the lobby of my gym amazed by how the team girls were so good. As a child, I would dream of being like them, to be a gymnast and have those "hard and amazing" skills.
Fast forward three years, I was living my "dream". I stuck with gymnastics for nine years, achieving things I couldn't even see myself doing. I had little girls watching me with wonder in their eyes just like I used to watch the other girls. …show more content…
I meet some amazing, motivated, and super supportive people. They weren't only friends in my life, they became mentors, people I look up to, and still do. I was always encouraged and pushed to be my best. After multiple times of attempting skills and not getting them, after months of not going anywhere, the average person would give up. It was almost like I wasn't allowed to give up with these people around me, I was always told "I can do it, don't quit." From them, I learned not be discouraged after a failure, always keep trying even if there is no light in the