The Gymnast
by Sofia Kioroglou

 

 

     Running

          jumping,

               tumbling,

                    somersaulting,

                         flipping and

                              balancing.

 

Yes, I can do them all. My supreme performance on the rings has my mum fumbling for words. In my dreams, I am executing a challenging routine at the horizontal bar when you suddenly interrupt my stunt with your yelling voice. I don’t blame you. You just didn’t know I was working hard to win the gold medal on Sunday.

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