When I was at the age of five, I learned what grit was. When, I was just four years old, I got my first dirt bike. The first ever race I was in and being the youngest one in the class. Then ever since then, I loved the sport of racing. One day, in particular, was a Saturday in June. It was just about 90 degrees. I rode up to staging and I was already sweating. Just sitting right in the sun, I started to get nervous, and sick. Now I’m at the starting gate with eight other kids. The gate drops and I was off. I’m in fourth at this moment, just getting hammered with dirt and rocks, but I stayed on the gas. We were in a straight part and I was looking to pass three people to get into first. I got around them and I’m so relieved that I’m in first.
