One, Two, Three stick are the only three words in my head as I fly through the air before my perfect landing. My parents and teammates are screaming my name as I prepare to end my routine on the uneven bars. This was the very last meet of my gymnastics career. I can remember the first time smelling the chalk and listening to higher level gymnast as they landed on the mat. At this point in time I knew that this would be my new sport to try, just like the other sports that I failed but this wasn’t just another failed passion it was my sport,gymnastics took my whole childhood away from me the one that I had to be perfect all the time even though you were taught no one is perfect.This will become the only sport I would play for the next seven
