Field Day. The smell of freshly cut May grass, the heat of the Colorado sun on my skin, frozen water bottles melting, shouts of children cheering on their friends and classmates to win the blue ribbon - 1st place. Legs pumping, lungs burning, grass trampled underfoot in the relay race. One year, I won that coveted blue ribbon. These are my memories of the annual track and field competition at my elementary school.
In middle school, this cheerful day was replaced with the P.E. class Olympics. I no longer won any ribbons. Then, high school came, and there were no more all-school sports competitions, which was fine by my as I'd lost interest in anything having to do with running or sports.