Personal Narrative: The Trampoline

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I clumsily climbed onto the large circular tramp trembling with apprehension. The class was instructed to execute several acrobatic jumps to test our skill level. Frankly, I had never set foot on a trampoline before. Gym class had never been pleasant for me and this was no exception. All around the tramp kids chattered and laughed. As I began to attempt my feats, all eyes strayed to me, the new kid at the school. As I did my jumps, I became more comfortable and did a reasonably decent job. Then the moment of humiliation struck. When I landed after a swivel hip seat drop jump, an embarrassing noise escaped my mouth which sounded something like ahhhtititititi. I felt my face heat to scarlet and quickly climbed down off the tramp. Much to my horror the crowd around me erupted in snorts and snickers. Why me, why now? During the first couple of years in high school I wasn’t just bashful, I was painfully shy. I was hyper aware of my shortcomings and how I didn’t compare to others with confidence in myself. The trampoline incident added credibility to my thinking that I wasn’t as valuable as other people. We’d moved from another small town partway through the school year which was
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