Personal Narrative: Tights

We landed our axel and a new jump consistently, and a bliss came over us. Joy filled our bones and we finally felt free from the weight that was once upon us; however, two or so weeks later we lost both jumps and thus the longing to try again. We could feel the disappointment growing in our parents’ and coach’s faces. Heaviness grew upon us every time we stepped a foot into that ice rink, it was time to move on.

The doorbell rang. Mom stuffed the rest of my dirty clothes into the closet, saying "That must be him." As she disappeared into the hallway, I quickly grabbed a

On the ice I realized the real extent of what was going on, there was 52 kids in total, 5 coaches, and one hour to decide what the team would be this year, they need 6 defence, 9 forwards, and 2 goaltenders. Making it so only 17 out of 52 kids could make it, I almost lost hope. This team was a big deal to

My palms were sweaty as I began the process of gearing up for what was ahead of me. The many ideas of what I could possibly accomplish today were whirling around in my head. One beat up shin guard after another, I covered them with a crystal clear white sock to match the dark colored jersey. I took a deep breath lacing up my new cleats I’ve been longing to wear out. The talk from around me was not my focus at the moment, so I stood quietly and put in my ear buds.

I was pulling on my running tights this morning and a memory instantly hit me like a sudden jolt from a sound sleep. As I slid my right leg into my running tights, my brain flashed to 20 years prior to my very first pair.

Thinking back through my many years of hockey, many good and bad memories come to my mind. The first story was of me getting knocked over, keep in mind I don’t have a major recollection of this story besides the main parts because heck I was five. I was started skated at the age of four, according to my father, I was a pretty good skater. After a year or so of skating, I was skating at the arena and got knocked over by a high school player. After that moment I didn’t try skating again for years, but the love of the game ran through the blood of my family and me. Hockey called to me, and it would not be the last time I laced up a pair of skates.

I was so excited I ran down to the Gym and put on my equipment. I raced onto the court got a puck and shot it. It felt nice coming off my stick, I could also feel my stick flex it felt awesome. This was only evaluations so we didn’t actually play a game the coaches just looked to see how good we were, so they could pick the teams. I ended up being picked early in the first round so I had a feeling I was going to

Finally, my mom had put me into ballet classes. Finally, I am already in first grade and if I hadn’t started this year, I would never become a true ballerina. I had dreamed of being a ballerina since I was 3. Only because ballerinas were so flexible and beautiful, and they danced so effortlessly. I never stopped trying to learn the ways of ballerinas. I would go into my room and play smooth music and practice on my tippy toes, as if I truly were capable of being a ballerina someday. Constantly doing pirouettes,that I learned to do on ‘Shake it Up’ .

My best friend forever says that I'm not as nice to her as I am to the guy who sells me his checked out library books. But finding fantastic deals makes my soul burn brighter, and I will never apologize for that.

“Well, I can’t turn back know” I exclaimed as I was walking to the ice. My mom was helping me on the ice, and then there I was on the hard and slippery ice. Standing on the ice, I quickly grabbed onto the boards and started to skate. I saw my legs moving faster and faster. “I’m doing

As I walked into the frosty indoor ice rink, the smell of cool, crisp ice filled my lungs with glee as I was very ecstatic to be there with my family. I received my ice skating shoes and I was unsure that I would be able to stand on the shoes because of the sharp, piercing end of the shoe that was used to glide on the ice. We established a spot to relax and put our shoes on as we watched the other skaters glide on the ice. After I struggled to put my shoes on I was ready to start ice skating! I obtained my first few steps onto the ice and realized that is was going to be harder than I had imagined.

I heard the car backing up on to the driveway. He was here. The man. I sprang out of bed as I heard the door opening. I quickly scanned the room for a spot to hide. I heard the keys hitting the table. I was running out of time. In a panic, I tried crawling under my bed. Trying to bend my body into impossible shapes, there was no use. I couldn't fit. Heavy footsteps hit the stairs, growing louder with each step. Bang. BANG. BANG! I was running out of time. I quickly squeezed myself into my tiny closet. I hugged my legs to chest. By now the man was at my door. He opened it with one movement of his hand. Things crashing and breaking as he searched for me. Each footstep rumbled the ground like an earthquake. His footsteps approached my closet.

“Clang” the sound of chain striking,scraping a pole.Tether ball is a simple game, whoever got the ball to around the pole in their direction wins.It was just a sort of pass time , but it played a role in making me.It was my childhood.

It was my first time ice skating with my friends Kaushik, Smrithi, and Maniish. It wa so cold because it was an indoor ice skating rink. Since it was my first so I needed a walker. A walker is somthing you hold on to while your ice skating. When I first got on the ice skating I made sure I held on to the walker.

From a young age I was enticed by the mystery and magic of the graceful maneuvering of figure skaters. So serene, so calm, while riding on a thin sheet of ice that could crack and swallow them up. The task seemed so dangerous, so beautiful, so tantalizing—so naturally as the human being I am, I was drawn to it.