placed my foot against the starting line. I looked at the sand pit in the distance. It seemed so far away. But I had been practicing for the last month for this event. It was the first track meet and I was competing in the triple jump. It was the only event I did. In fact, I was the only person from my school to be competing in this event, so the pressure was on. I dug my foot in the rubber and tried to spit. A dry piece of saliva dribbled out of my mouth and landed on my chin. I wiped it away hoping that nobody noticed. I was nervous. [click to continue…]

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