Memoir

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  •  In the heat of the afternoon  I trotted around the track. Sweat leaked down my back and into my eyes, making them sting. The assistants sprayed us with water to help cool us down, but it did little. My  feet pounding on the ground matched the beat of the music. 
  • I glanced up at the sidelines and saw the face of my mother. She was smiling down at me, pride glowing in her eyes. Slowly she walked out to the track. I slowed to have her run with me. It was a small fundraiser I was ruining for so it didn't matter if she ran with me.
  • She suddenly took off at a fast sprint. I had to follow, beating my mother was one of the things that drove me to do things. I ran harder than I've ever run before. I passed people without realizing. I was running faster than i'd ever ran before. My mom was coming into view. I was close, and gaining.
  • I could see my Moms back. She was close. With my last burst of speed I soared passed her. I ran over the finish line and collapsed to the ground.  Looking up to see the people who had passed before me, I saw no one but the race official. He grabbed my hand and was haling me to my feet. Then he raised it high above my head. 
  • I had won. I was the fastest girl of my category. I beamed my face glowing with amazement and joy. My Mom had pushed me to run harder and faster than I'd ever ran before an because of that I had won.
  • I glanced up at the sidelines and saw the face of my mother. She was smiling down at me, pride glowing in her eyes. The presented me with my trophy. I held it proudly at my side. I was a winner.
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