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| gymnastics. It was, after all, called rhythmic gymnastics. I had made up my mind. I wanted to try it. My only problem then was how I was going to try it. I was too old for the camps, and I didn't know where else I could do it. Finally, on the last day of the week, I went up to the coaches at the table and asked them whether they had any programs for my age. They tested me on my flexibility, and asked whether I had done gymnastics before. One of them said that they'd get back to me and gave me a brochure. I thought, 'this is it. I'll never do rhythmic gymnastics' because the last person that said 'I'll get back to you' to me never did. I didn't think about it anymore. Imagine how surprised I was when I came home after going to the Rocky Mountains to find a letter waiting for me! It was the official invitation for me to join their provincial level program. I was so excited. On the first day of gym, I was freaked out. All I knew was everyone was so much younger than me, and they were all so much better than I was. Still juggling artistic and rhythmic gymnastics at the time, I knew I had to choose. Finally this year I made the decision, and I quit artistic gymnastics for good. I guess in my heart I'd always known I'll quit one day, but it was hard putting it to action. My grades have gone up eversince I started rhythmic gymnastics, and I know, from the first moment on, that I was addicted to the sport and there was no turning back. | ||