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My Ultimate Moment (in sport) | Essay for 10 year olds | Stephanie Luong | Singapore

Please welcome another of my Ngee Ann Primary School classmate, Stephanie Luong, in joining our community of young writers in my blog. Here is her first published essay "My ultimate moment (in sport)".


            The moment was finally here. It was now, or never. I had to win the trophy in order to prove myself worthy, and a small part of me wanted the wipe the smirk off my rival’s face, Mackenzie, as I knew how much that girl had yearned for that trophy. As all the participants gathered at the starting line, I looked up at the sea of faces and finally spotted my friends who were waving frantically and giving me the thumbs-up. I gave them a sly smile, took a deep breath, and walked towards the starting line. The arena was filled with people chatting enthusiastically. The mascots from the different houses were all doing their best to encourage the participants. Since I was representing the Yellow House, which was the best team so far, I was determined to do a good job and make my team proud.

            As we formed our starting positions, I whispered good luck to Mackenzie, who just rolled her eyes and said, “You think I need good luck? You’re the one who’s going to need the luck, loser!” And with that, she turned her back on me. After hearing what she said, I was so steamed up that I could have just burst through the starting line! My heart raced and beat a million times faster as the umpire shouted, “One! Two! Three! Go!” Once I heard the word “Go!” I ran full speed ahead, ignorant of my surroundings.

            After jumping over several hurdles, my feet started to ache and feel sore, and my lungs and chest were practically on fire but at least, the finish line was only a few feet away. Just as I was jumping over my second last hurdle, Mackenzie zoomed past me and at the same time, gave me a hard shove. I tumbled and landed right smack in the middle of the running track. There was a moment of silence, as everyone stared wide-eyed. I sat there and panted as the merciless afternoon sun shone right onto my face. “That’s it! I give up! I officially give up! There’s no way I can catch up with them,” I thought to myself, as more runners zoomed past me.

            I got up, feeling angry. Then, everyone started cheering and I used up what was left of my energy and sprinted past the finish line, split seconds before Mackenzie did. I could not believe it! I had won! How was that even possible? Even though I was in cloud nine, I was too lethargic to celebrate. I trudged over to the platform to receive my trophy. I wiped my face with my shirt which was drenched with perspiration. I could hear the crowd go wild as I received the humongous shiny trophy.

            I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of Mackenzie throwing a tantrum. “Wow! She has got so much energy even after all that running!” I thought to myself as I giggled. Holding that trophy was the most memorable thing ever in my entire life! However, I would also not forget when I went over to Mackenzie, told her that she could always participate the following year and how she begged me to give her my trophy. Well, I guess it serves you right, Mackenzie! My friends came running to me and hugged me tightly. I would never forget that moment!

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Do you have any sporting moments or life's triumphs to share?

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