I was never a great athlete but I managed to win a prize once. It happened on a School Sports
Day when I was asked to represent my house in the Long Jump. There were no other suitable
ones, and I, being the tallest of my friends, was promptly sent to the Long Jump pit. My housemaster reckoned I might have a chance to win. He was right. I did win, but not first prize. I only
managed second place, coming behind someone who was at least five centimeters shorter than
me. We were each given three jumps. There were about ten of us competing for the prizes. When
my turn came I ran down the lane as fast as I could and took off at the board. I thought I jumped
very well but it was a foul jump. So I waited for my next jump. I saw the other competitors leap
like gazelles into the sand-pit. One particular boy, the eventual winner, was built like a tank. He
was not tall, but his legs were muscular and strong. So when I saw him make his jump, I knew
that no one else would be able to beat him. No one did. I managed my bes t jump of 3.65 meters
and that was nowhere close to his best. The other competitors did much worse. I was delighted to
collect my little plastic prize from the Headmaster. It was the first time I had ever won anything.
My house-master patted me on my back. I smiled happily as I went home to show the prize to my
parents.
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