While my father watched his favorite college football games, I saw my dreams come to life. I grew up in gymnastics, then started cheering in seventh grade when I finally got the chance to be on the sidelines at my middle school. I always told myself that one day I would be one of those girls with the big white bows too, but now it wasn't just middle school or high school. The joy of SEC college was where I wanted to find my place. Finally, when senior year started, I knew my gym days were going to get longer and I was going to push myself harder. You don't really hear about people chasing their dreams anymore, and I was determined to make mine come true. Cheerleading became my heart and soul, and I found joy in cheering a victory in front of a huge crowd that most girls would be terrified of. I would be elated after completing a difficult pass, while most kids would reach seventh heaven after receiving a new high score in a video game. Then there was my favorite, pulling off a stunt that all your friends thought was impossible. After hearing girls squeal with joy while you smile and wave because you can't believe it happened, I realized we all have the same passion; Cheerleader. These few moments of my life made my world go round. I spent twenty-one hours in the gym every week from November until March 24, when I tore my ACL. My desire to succeed was at an all-time high and I now realize that I pushed myself both mentally and physically to overcome my difficulties.