From the time I was in 5th grade until the time I reached 10th grade, I was a cheerleader for both Football and Basketball. Believe it or not, it was the only damn sport I was capable of doing (I'm a natural klutz) and it was literally the only sport I ever participated in except Track & Field in middle school. Being a cheerleader was good for me because it got me out of my shell and helped me to be less shy. It was always so much fun getting to travel on the school bus to games, see cute guys from other schools, and just CHEER. It was such an adrenaline rush the whole time. And just knowing that you're one of the cute little cheerleaders everyone is looking at and watching. It was an embarrassing moment to mess up or forget one of the cheers while on the sidelines. But you just kind of hoped you remembered and carried on like nothing even happened. Some games, especially during Football season, got really chilly towards the end, like when the sun would go down. So most of us cheerleaders made sure to wear our turtlenecks underneath our tops. I fucking loved it. Everything about it. The games, the practices, the pep rally, homecoming and court warming. I even loved getting to go to cheer camp for what seemed like the whole summer, but was only just a week. Although by the end, I could barely walk up and down the stairs to get to my room, because my legs hurt so bad. I even got the opportunity (before I quit) to be apart of the competition cheer squad. You didn't have to be, but we all did anyway. And you know what? We won 1st place in our division and brought home the spirit stick and a megaphone. I can honestly say that being a cheerleader helped me accomplish a lot of stuff - and mostly within. Now that I look back on passed days, months, and years I regret that I quit cheering. All because I became a little pothead, instead. Which I don't regret becoming per say, but I do regret not cheering until my senior year. If only I could go back in time for just one day and do it all over again . . . . I would.