The Hardest Decision I Ever Made

The Hardest Decision I ever so Made It was ab turn out 3 months ago when e very(prenominal)thing started I woke up maven day and got ready to go to work. Since it was the summer break my father had asked me if I could help out in the hotel because the receptionist had a surgery and couldnt nonplus to work for a whole month, so I accepted. I ruined getting ready and left. On my way out I stop by our letterbox because something was stuck in that location, (A leaf I think). I opened the letterbox and there it was the tract that changed my whole life.That leaflet was not any leaflet it was a furtherance leaflet for the best cadenced gymnastics club that was moving its facts of life location to the public tutor near my house. While I was variation the leaflet, it brought back to me the memories of the years in elementary school when all of my friends did singsong gymnastics and I was the save one who was forced by her fix to do every single day 3 hours of concert dance later on school. I would always look at them playing with the ribbons they would bring to school or try to teach me how to do a handstand.Flexibility wasnt a problem since in ballet I needed to be very flexible when doing the jump-split*(its when you jump in the air and do a sideways split while youre in the air) also in my category I was the only girl to be able to do the perfect-split (when you do a sideways or frontal split and slant backwards and forwards with your upper body and touching the ground with your nose). feel at the paper make me regret even more the conclusion I had made to quit ballet when I turned 14. The rickety excuse was that studying got harder and exams were more frequent, the conclusion was no more ballet.My mother, afterward a lot of convincing, accepted my decision and I no yearlong did ballet. Such a silly decision. I should get hold of continued, because of that most of my tractableness is gone. On the leaflet there was a name and a ring proceeds, i t also said the first day of tryouts is free, I had absolutely null to lose, the tryouts were free, the day of the tryouts I was free, and the place was literately a 5 minutes manner of walking from my house. I had no excuse not to go. The time to leave for the tryouts was scrawny and my nerves grew bigger, What if I suck? What if I cant do the split anymore? What if I get laughed at?All sorts of questions started to knock down up in my head at the speed of light, I was actually looking forward to it but at the same time I was dreading the minutes that passed by. I took my phone out and dia take my dads number to cancel but then it hit me, I was not the only one who was going for tryouts, other girls were going too. Other girls who might have never done rhythmic gymnastics as well Thats why it is called tryouts, silly me I took my bag and left the office. The hold out extracurricular was sunny but the wind was strong and cold, whats new The weather almost always was cold and windy here even though it was still in mid-august.We arrived and entered the building. The school gate was big and somewhat outdated, there were trees blocking the view, only a path made of stones was visible. My dad made his way through the trees and I followed behind. I trusted my father, since when he was in high school, he attended this school. The narrow stone path led to a wide and big playground outdated too, we climbed up the stairs and entered the gymnasium, once inside the teacher greeted us and told me to go over to the girls and predate myself, I made fast friends with the girls and the lesson started.In all my 12 years of ballet and other hobbies, none made me feel so excited and halcyon like rhythmic gymnastics. I felt the same feeling of civilization and grace that I had felt in ballet in rhythmic gymnastics, but there was another feeling, a feeling that had been missing in ballet, I felt for the first time that I wasnt doing it out of obligation for my mom. For th e first time I was willing to go on my own.