My Dream by Molly B.

The rush of the nerves. The adrenaline pulsing through every inch of your body. And you step up. Climb on the block and get ready for the horn that could change your life. And you’re off. You dive into the water, piercing through the ice. And you swim your heart out until you can’t breath, until you don’t have any more energy, until your legs get hot and itchy. But you keep going. You keep striving for your goal. Then you touch the wall and that’s when you scream. You got first place. You deserved this because you worked hard for it. You went to practice every single day in the winter and in the summer. You worked out three times a week, every week and you didn’t give up. Even when people brought you down. My dream to be an Olympic swimmer.