Personal Narrative: My First Cheerleading

Standing on a huge blue mat, I glanced to my left and right, only seeing unfamiliar faces. Turing forward I noticed the bare white wall, appearing to be getting smaller and smaller with every breath. My thoughts startled by the sound of the coach shouting out terms I didn’t understand. What was I doing here? Everyone around me seemed to be twice my age, twice as better, like they belonged here. This was my first cheerleading practice ever; I didn’t know what to expect. I was eight years old and only wanted to make friends; but standing here I felt alone and scared. My mind was screaming to leave, this wasn’t for me, but my feet wouldn’t budge. Turns out, that eight-year-old girl did belong there. As my cheerleading career grew into high school, I noticed the thoughts in my mind became harder and harder to suppress. I had, what my coaches called, a mental block. My body had the physical capability to perform the skills, but when it came time to do them I couldn’t. At every practice, my anxiety would rise as the entire team began to line up on the mat. I knew it was time to tumble; time to face my mental block. I stared at the wall in front of me, feeling the sweat build up on my hands as I tried to find the confidence to complete the skill. “Ready 5, 6, 7, 8!” my coach yelled
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If someone asked me what my fear is I would probably say snakes or sharks, normal fears, but maybe those aren’t my biggest fears. My real fear is of the unknown. I don’t like not having control over something in my life. Throughout the majority of my life things have gone as planned. I did well in school, I did a sport, and I got into college. I’ve never had something unexpected come in and shake my life up in a bad way. I’ve seen it happen to many friends; maybe I’m cautious because I’m waiting for something bad to

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