January Fourth, 2011 my team and I were working on our stunts at Jamfest Nationals. The warm up area was absolutely gigantic. It was about the size of four football fields, maybe even bigger. There was an arena packed full of people waiting to watch us preform. Myself being eleven years old I was absolutely petrified. By the time I was about to walk onto the stage to perform with all of these people watching me I was about to pass out. The announcer called our team name with his booming voice and we ran onto the stage with our huge eye catching smiles. The music started to play. In all honesty, most of the performance was a complete blur to me. Well, that is, it was a blur up until the moment one of my teammates stepped on my shoe and it ripped off like a bandaid. I stood there for a couple of moments like a deer in the headlights. I didn’t have a single clue what to do in those moments. Finally I snapped out of it and decided it would be best to just keep going without my shoe. The routine ended and we got off stage. My coach was furious with me. Her face was as red as a tomato and she looked like she was about to cry. About an hour later we got to find out what place we were in. My heart was racing so fast I could hear it in my ears. It turns out we got second place by one third of a point because my shoe fell off. I was absolutely horrified with myself. Ever since then I have realized how important
January Fourth, 2011 my team and I were working on our stunts at Jamfest Nationals. The warm up area was absolutely gigantic. It was about the size of four football fields, maybe even bigger. There was an arena packed full of people waiting to watch us preform. Myself being eleven years old I was absolutely petrified. By the time I was about to walk onto the stage to perform with all of these people watching me I was about to pass out. The announcer called our team name with his booming voice and we ran onto the stage with our huge eye catching smiles. The music started to play. In all honesty, most of the performance was a complete blur to me. Well, that is, it was a blur up until the moment one of my teammates stepped on my shoe and it ripped off like a bandaid. I stood there for a couple of moments like a deer in the headlights. I didn’t have a single clue what to do in those moments. Finally I snapped out of it and decided it would be best to just keep going without my shoe. The routine ended and we got off stage. My coach was furious with me. Her face was as red as a tomato and she looked like she was about to cry. About an hour later we got to find out what place we were in. My heart was racing so fast I could hear it in my ears. It turns out we got second place by one third of a point because my shoe fell off. I was absolutely horrified with myself. Ever since then I have realized how important