Personal Narrative On Gymnastics

Try new things, but when is comes to handstands, practice with someone with experience. When I was three I signed up for gymnastics, I never listened to the teacher and ran off to the bars. I ended up getting kicked out and gave up on gymnastics because it was “to hard” to listen to the teacher. When i was nine i signed up for the second time and when i walked through those big glass doors, it smelled like all the kids in the building had the stomach flu.
“Ew gross,” I yelled into the building. I thought i was a pro because the instructor put me in the second level but it was only because i was in that age group. There were walls separating the trampolines from the rest of the room which was the only reason i came here but it created small narrow pathways to do cartwheels in. I wasn’t used to narrow spaces, i was used to big open grass fields.

I dozed off and asked her to repeat what she had said and she replied with “You no good, you no listen,”
I was almost positive that she didn’t speak english but didn’t want to get in a fight with her because she scared me. I quickly did a cartwheel and she yelled at me for bending my legs. I tried again and she yelled at me, again. I couldn’t understand what she said that time but i did another cartwheel and she yelled, for what seemed like the hundredth time. I did another cartwheel and BAM, The noise it made when i did a cartwheel and kicked her in the face. It’s not like I purposely did it but i was happy to not hear her screaming at me for a