The Trampoline It was September 2005, I just woke up and we just got a new trampoline. I was so excited to go play on it, but I had school for just about two days until the weekend. Once the weekend came we all played on the trampoline, and when I say all I mean my brother and six to seven other friends. A few weeks after we bought it one of my friends little brother wanted to play on the trampoline, so I said sure go ahead.…
Sometimes in life, one has to take chances. I was not sure of that until I strapped myself down in the scariest rollercoaster at Six Flags Fiesta amusement park. My heart was running a marathon as the ride climbed to the peak. My sweaty palms were glued on the back of a passenger’s headrest. My life was depending on it.…
Camp is place unlike any other. It is a place that people’s wall begin to fall down and new relationships are formed. This is bound to happen when you drop 200 teenagers in the middle of the Smoky Mountains without any of their electronics. I was lucky enough to be chosen for the Project Serve team and got to see camp from a new perspective. I got to be a part of all of the behind the scenes work, but also daily interactions with all of the campers due to my job at camp.…
I Corinthians 9:24 states, “Do you not know that those who run a race all run, but one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you obtain it”. This Bible verse has had significant meaning to me particularly while running track in high school. Track is a sport that requires hard work, determination, speed, focus, and self-discipline.…
Quitting the sport I loved had made me realize that I need to start setting more goals for myself. Before my injury, my goals were mostly just about gymnastics. Now I have to set different goals in real life, which is for the better since I cannot do gymnastics forever. Before my injury gymnastics was all I thought about and I also did much better in school, but I was also more stressed. Gymnastics has taught me so much, especially patience which is why I did so well in school.…
When I was 13 my class went to a French summer camp in Powell River for a week. One of the activities was outdoors rock climbing. I managed to climb just over halfway to the top. I found myself incapable of climbing any further. So I yelled down to be lowered.…
My own riding career thus far had been a roller coaster ride, tendency to second guess myself battled continually with my natural instincts. Over thinking things led me to over riding, and my mixed signals led my horse to produce ignorance. My consistence hesitation caused my horse and I to become mentally stuck. Each lesson was an interminable cycle of frustration, never reaching nirvana. Riding requires both horse and rider to become one.…
Who am I? I have been called many things; a bumbling buffoon, a sleepy sailor, or even a hairy hippy. I am so much more than these mere titles. I am a sponge to the world that deposits its ideas into me. I am a filter that chooses which ideas I want to follow.…
Roller coasters are one of the most terrifying things known to man. The steep hills, the extreme speeds, or even the sudden stops and the unexpected take offs. For an odd reason no one knows, we enjoy them with an passion. Six flags, one of the most famous amusement parks in America, and that’s where me and my dad decided to go to for my eleventh birthday.…
My sophomore year of high school, I received an award for Most Improved in cross country. That day I felt on top of the world. As a matter of fact, I felt on top of the world that entire season. I was never athletic, as a matter of fact, before joining Track the year before, I had never ran more than three feet in my entire life. The first day of cross country was an awful start.…
Clomp! Clomp! Clomp! Our boots pound the rocky Colorado trail in the middle of a cold, starry night above the massive tree line with a spectacular view of the lights of Leadville, as we hiked our first 14,000 foot mountain of the summer. Clomp!…
Rock climbing!! “Ok girls it is time to get ready for cabin time!” Sarabi said in her amazing voice that was sweet like honey. I slowly crept out of bed and my feet touched the stone floor, when i touched my feet felt like I was in Antarctica because the floor was cold and my feet were warm. I went up to sarabi and quietly said.…
If you have never taught a little girl how to ride a bike, you might want to check the brakes first. This is going to be about the time I taught my sister how to ride a bike. On a warm summer day in July my sister was constantly asking if I would teach her how to ride a bike. I finally I decided to go outside and teach her how to ride her bike. She started off with teaching her how to balance.…
“Blood, sweat, and chalk; never tears.” These words have guided my gymnastics career throughout high school. Pretty much starting from the beginning, I had to re-learn many skills and tricks that I had lost after quitting gymnastics for dance lessons in fifth grade instead of joining the competitive team. I lived for gymnastics and I still do. Walking into the gym always boosts my mood and gives me a rush of determination.…
It had already been determined for me that I was going to race motocross before I was born. Although my family has since moved on from racing, it had been everything for as long as I can remember. I clearly remember the loud and hectic Friday nights and the chaotic Sunday mornings spent at the track. The dedication we, my two brothers and I, had towards the extreme sport and the dedication our parents showed towards our passion will forever be apart of me. By the time I was born, my family had already tried many various forms of racing: BMX, snowcross, or snowmobiles, four wheelers, and dirt bikes.…