Today it is Tuesday, I am at Gymnastics. We toss, we turn, we flip, we flick. I only started three weeks before so I was a beginner. My teacher, Charlotte, with long, brown, beautiful hair, approaches me. She had never properly talked to me before. She whispers to me “ I think you’re ready to move on to harder tasks.”
I was petrified when she said that. “A SOMERSAULT?” I shout.
Here I go. Going to spin in the air at my full speed. Running up the track, heart pounding, arm aching. I hit the ground. Suddenly the pain in my arm got worse. What had happened?