The first time I started track 

I was in fifth grade

I felt anxious. 

I felt like everyone was a pro 

and I was just this beginner. 

My anxiety soon began to fade 

when I learned other kids were just beginning too. 

I soon got the hang of things.

When I heard that I was having a track meet I began to get nervous.

I didn't know what to expect. 

Uneasy thoughts started to fill my head. 

“Was I good enough?”

“Do I have what it takes?”

I went to my track meet not knowing what to expect. 

I was announced to come down and begin my race.

There was a loud sound and gray smoggy smoke and I took off. 

I could hear my heavy breathing and my feet slapping the black rubbery tarp as I ran.

I ran as fast I could like a cow during bulldogging

I finished my race, “What place did I get?” 

I thought to myself. 

The officials gave me a first place ribbon. 

I frolicked like a horse when I received the ribbon.

I had won!