The Hardest Decision I Ever Made

The Hardest finality I Ever Made It was about 3 months ago when everything started I woke up one sidereal 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 come to work for a whole month, so I accepted. I sinless getting ready and left. On my way out I stopped by our letterbox because something was stuck at that place, (A leaf I think). I opened the letterbox and t here it was the leaflet that changed my whole life.That leaflet was not any leaflet it was a habituality leaflet for the best syncopated gymnastics club that was moving its training location to the public cultivate near my house. While I was reading the leaflet, it brought back to me the memories of the long time in elementary school when all of my friends did rhythmic gymnastics and I was the only one who was forced by her m another(prenominal) to do every single day 3 hours of ballet after schoo l. 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 leaping-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 lean backwards and forwards with your upper body and lamentable the ground with your nose). Looking at the paper made me regret even more the decision I had made to quit ballet when I turned 14. The lame excuse was that studying got harder and exams were more frequent, the termination was no more ballet.My mother, after a lot of convincing, accepted my decision and I no agelong did ballet. Such a silly decision. I should have continued, because of that most of my flexibility is gone. On the leaflet there was a name and a phone turning, it also said the first da y of tryouts is free, I had short nothing to lose, the tryouts were free, the day of the tryouts I was free, and the place was literately a 5 minutes walk from my house. I had no excuse not to go. The time to leave for the tryouts was close and my nerves grew bigger, What if I suck? What if I brush asidet do the split anymore? What if I get laughed at?All sorts of questions started to pop up in my head at the speed of light, I was really looking forward to it only when at the same time I was dreading the minutes that passed by. I took my phone out and dialight-emitting diode 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 comfortably Thats why it is called tryouts, silly me I took my bag and left the office. The weather outside 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 occlude 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 instructor greeted us and told me to go over to the girls and introduce 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 happy like rhythmic gymnastics. I felt the same feeling of elegance 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 the first time I was willing to go on my own.