Tuesday, April 12, 2011
A Momet In Time
As I dashed up to the starting line I felt nervous. "On your marks get set..." Paige and I fired off. "False alarm" Mr Bron yelled to us. "Go" We ran off giggling but we both were determined. I weaved through the poles glaring at my appoinent. I jumped up on the beam. I was leading but not by far. Suddenly Paige took the lead. We were nearly at the finish line. She zoomed ahead and won. I could have bet her if I had shoes on!
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