Narrative Essay On Gymnastics

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Prologue When I did gymnastics I felt empowered. When I did gymnastics I felt happy. When I did gymnastics I felt alive. I started gymnastics when I was about six years old, all the way until I was twelve. Unfortunately I had to stop abruptly, due to an injury in the growth plates in my wrists. I write this not in memory or in loss of the dedication I had for gymnastics, but as a celebration of all the things I learned and accomplished, both physically and mentally throughout this process. Note to reader: This piece was specifically intended to include a massive amount of figurative language. Though the prompt did not require, this selection is also meant to make the reader feel a tad uneasy. The figurative language may be slightly …show more content…

‘CLICK CLICK, CLICK CLICK.’ She snapped the button on the top of her pen nervously, analyzing the X-rays of my arms. Her perfectly white coat in contrast with the black background of the bones behind her. “It appears that you fractured the growth plates in your wrists. I have to ask you to stop gymnastics permanently so you don't further injure yourself. If you continue it looks like your arms may stop growing due to all the repetitive damage.” She gave me a tentative smile. “There are several other options, swimming, or- SILENCE. So loud I could hear it. So loud I couldn't hear anything, my brain crowded, thumping, like the over stimulation of a cramped rave concert. No more gymnastics? No more gymnastics! Gymnastics was my life. It made me feel liberated. Something I had actually cared enough about to get “good” at. Good in quotation marks because it's impolite to complement yourself, but you know what, I had gotten good. Screw being polite. I was great at gymnastics. It made me feel like I was in my own skin, and ironically, despite the physical exertion, like I could breathe. All my time had been spent dedicating myself to it, now it was back to the drawing board, just like

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