I aimed my bow inline with the terrifying target calling my name. Nervously, I stretched the elastic beside my sensitive ear. The arrow fired through the tension of my nervousness, I made sure my fingers weren't sitting in the wrong position. As the arrow dropped unpleasantly, at least I thought I hit the target....
In the position I was in last time. I held the arrow handle with my left hand, my two fingers closest to my thumb on the right hand were trembling while I clipped the end of the arrow to the string. I patiently waited until it sat calmly in its set formation. I strained myself on the target while aiming, taking a deep breath. I let go. I felt like my heart skipped a beat, it was like I could feel the tension amongst me and the arrow like a spy. In a flash my carefully aimed spot was accomplished, I peeked at my arrow it had hit bullseye!!! I was surprised at how easy it was, in the next couple of rounds.
By hitting the bullseye a few times made me feel prouder and prouder and more confident . I was assumed my dad was proud of me as well and my mum would. I say we’ve got to get a bow and arrow. Full stop!!!
Best activity! Ever!!!
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