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Iowa Personal Narrative

I pry my eyes open and look at the clock. Its lighted display burns into my eyes reading 7:45 am. Every year my dance group goes to either Waverly, Iowa or Rochester, Minnesota, to compete against other teams with the dance that we have been practicing for a while. This year it is in Waverly. Knowing that I had to leave soon, I staggered to the bathroom and started getting ready for the day. After I was finished getting ready and got all my bags together, I started to see a light brown Suburban roll down the driveway.
“Hey Bailey!” I say as I’m hauling my bags into their car. This year we are going to ride together because it is three hours away and it made no sense to drive separate. After awhile I heard the Suburban’s …show more content…

“The winner of the Together We Dance Competion is…” At this moment my heart starts beating like it going out of my chest and my stomach is in knots. If the announcer doesn’t say our name it’s because we didn’t place. If he does, it obviously means we got first. The other teams are pounding on the floor with the heels of their hands, waiting for an answer on who won. He continues, “...Spencer!” Our whole team jolts up in joy that we won. Everyone was hugging each other, and laughing.
I catch a glance at Suzi and realize that she is crying. It has been awhile since a Spencer team won, and I’m glad that we could help her do that. It is also so rewarding to us as dancers because it shows that hard work does pay off. Exceptionally, in a dance that we had to learn in three practices. We had to put in time outside of practice to make sure that we could get the best outcome.
This is an Iowa memory that I will remember because it shows that perseverance and hardwork can lead to great events. Although, we may have only won a medal, it is a symbolic reminder that the ingredients to become successful is sprinkle of hard-work and a dash of

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