Personal Narrative Gymnast

For seven years I was a competitive gymnast, training three hours a week, three times a week with meets every weekend. No one at school really understood me for it. They just knew I was always busy and was the one doing splits on the mats in PE. I wasn’t invited to the sleepovers on the weekends or had playdates after school because I was always in the gym. I was fine with it and I was used to it. Gymnastics was what I did, it was who I was. For a while it was what defined me. My goals were college scholarships, being a student athlete, and, one day, the Olympics.
My 5th grade year I hit a massive growth spurt. I was already taller than the other girls training with me, but now I was taller than some of my coaches. Gymnastics is a short girl