The day I became an Olympic runner
The Day I became an Olympic runner
It was the summer I turned fifteen, the age where I had perfected my walk, talk, and smirk combo. Oh, I was it. The prettiest girl in the neighborhood, hands down, ask anyone. My wardrobe? Flawless, thanks to my mom finally figuring out that I didn’t do frills and florals like a wannabe Disney princess. No, I was bold, edgy, a walking fashion revolution in our small town.
