Finally, after the teams before us got off, it was our turn. We headed down to the arena, and threw three Hershey Chocolate Bars to the stands. People there come running down the steps and try to catch the chocolates. And afterwards, I looked around.
Cole, Tim, and I advanced to the finals of the 4 on 4 tourny. Now everybody at the camp was watching me. I knew I shouldn’t have been nervous but I was
When I was 12 years old, I made it onto a cheerleading worlds team. Essentially, if my team got a bid, we would get to go to the Cheerleading Worlds competition at the ESPN Wide World of Sports Complex in Disney World. I am a part of the competitive cheer community along with 3.3 million other athletes in the U.S. alone. My teammates and I were ecstatic and could not wait for this moment to compete. Our team name was the Cheer Eclipse Comets. This was my tenth season doing competitive cheerleading.
Ever since I was little and even now, I have always loved sports that involve running, including track. In middle school when I was in seventh grade, I wanted to participate in track because I knew I would enjoy the sport. Track started in the spring during seventh grade, and the first couple of practices I thought were challenging because of what little practice I had before track had even started. From this point on, I knew I would have to work hard to reach the goals that I wanted to accomplish, and to even get personal records in running so that I could compete in sectional or even state meets that include top runners from every school. I had also kept in mind on what events I wanted to compete in, which were the one hundred meter dash,
The girls are between the ages of 11 (6th grade) through 14 (9th grade). There were thirteen girls on my team and only three of them have never cheered before. I didn’t feeling like we were performing that day when we got there, even through check-in. Once we were standing behind the curtains I became nervous and excited at the same time. I was one team away from performing.
Everyone was cheering and chanting my name. Nowadays, I play soccer almost every second of the day. I have a mini soccer ball that I kick around with. I was taught how to play amazing in soccer, and it gave me a career.
I was worried, just thinking about how I would mess up and ruin the show for everybody. The game finished. It was time to march out on the field in front of the 2,000 people sitting in the stands. I had never performed in front of that many people. I marched the first nineteen sets, or positions on the field, perfectly and I started to pride myself.
We put our bags with our gear in them by the place they told us to. I saw my whole team in there waiting for the rest of my team. I saw my best friend Christian at the time he played for the bison. My tickets were in what I call nosebleeds also called {High Seats} I could barely see the puck. 13:00 min into the game the rage score!!!!
After the last few touches were done I rushed home to get dressed and drop off the tickets. I arrived downtown around 5:15p.m. As I entered the building all I could think of was “This is the moment that I have wait me entire life for”. I went backstage and everyone lined up just as they had done in rehearsal. A prayer was given and our principal and teachers had a few words.
They were smiling at me, hoping that I would stay in for the rest of the game. That’s when power ran through me, smiles started to appear on my face. And that’s when I knew I was going to play the rest of the game ,and I was going to play the rest of the tournament. Even if my arm ached. When I looked at my coach she gave me a thumbs up ,and I gave her a happy thumbs up back.
Everyone there looked as excited as we did. Our coaches, our friends, our families, and even the staff working at the event did as well. At the beginning of our season we were a bunch of chumps, but now we were the
Growing up, I spent most of my time playing sports and trying to stay active as much as possible. As I got older, I became more serious with field hockey, and I was determined to make the varsity team my junior year of high school. All summer I spent working on my stick skills on the field, and my endurance in the gym in order to do everything I could to make the varsity squad. When tryouts started in the end of August, I hadn’t performed the way I wanted to, and girls I thought had no chance of making the team, played so well over the three days. However, I was hopeful I still had a shot on the varsity roster.
After we waited for maybe an hour just to get into the stadium. When we were walking up to our seats we can hear the loud crowd all over the stadium we could