Personal Narrative Cheerleading

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“Now performing, from Gray Maine, The Gray New Gloucester Patriots!”
The crowd erupts in cheers, and I take a deep breath. Many of my teammates are shaking, filled with nerves, but I feel at home. I wiggle my freshly sprained ankle. It hurts,but I smile through the pain anyway. This is it. It’s Now or never.
The music blasts out and the routine takes over. Cheerleading has been a part of my life since I was seven years old, when I begged my mom to join the local cheer team. Starting out, I was pretty bad, as many would expect. I would trip over my own feet, hit my head while doing a back handspring, and manage to fall on my bottom while doing a jump. I’m surprised I made it past the first practice. Never would we have guessed it would become one of the most influential parts of my life. …show more content…

Younger girls were getting closer to the skill I wanted, so I began to push myself until I got it. I wanted to be the best, and I wasn’t going to stop until I was. Soon I learned a harsh reality: There will always be someone better then me. At a young age, I learned what jealousy can do within a team. My teammates would make fun of me, call me a showoff, and discourage me from doing what I loved so they could feel better about themselves. I often felt alone, but it taught me to have thicker skin. My so called friends putting me down made me realize that sometimes it’s easier to do what you love on your own rather than have negative people standing beside you. As the years went by, I grew to be one of the tallest girls on the team which made it hard to do skills I once was able to do. When I reached high school, I refused to pull many of the skills I once had. There was a huge dent in my confidence, which made me feel inferior to other girls on the team. The other girls were confident, which made me live in their shadows. The little girl I once was, was not happy with

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