At the beginning of the race people rushed like meteors. People sprinted and puffed. Grass got stomped on like we were giants. The fierce wind blew like splashing waves. We climbed the hill. We bashed onto the rocky pathway on the hill. We ran like lightning strike to finish our first lap. We sprinted to finish our second lap. Then we rushed like bulls acting we saw red. Everybody zoomed to reach first place. We reached the finish line. I felt proud of myself because that I finished.