Personal Narrative-Level Six

It was the summer I decided to be better. I had done gymnastics for years, but this year I wanted to be a level six. At the time, I was a level four and to skip levels was not only difficult, but rare. “I can if I work hard enough,” I told myself, and I did.
My first level six meet was here, and I had lots of people thinking it was going to be awful, that I was not ready and that I was not good enough. Floor was my last, and best event so I decided I would end with a bang. My teammates were screaming my name and getting ready to do a part of my routine from the sideline. I saluted the judge and the rest is history. It was one of the best routines I had ever done. I walked off the floor with a smile on my face. As I came back to the gym,