It was a beautiful April morning. The weather was unusually warm for this time of year. Samantha White was excited. She couldn’t wait for the marathon to begin. This was the first time that her mother had agreed to allow her to participate with her. Samantha and her mother had become exceptionally close after the death of her father a few months ago. Her father had gotten killed while he was deployed to Afghanistan. She really missed her father, especially at times like this.
Samantha was 9 years old and her mother had decided that she was old enough to participate. She looked down at the number pinned to the front of her t-shirt—747. I’m going to fly through this race just like a plane. She smiled at the thought. She looked up at her mother and hugged her.
“Thanks, mom for letting me do this with you. It’s going to be so much fun.”
“You’re welcome, Samantha.”
“Will it be starting soon?”
“Yes, my impatient little one.”
Samantha hopped from foot to foot in anticipation. She loved to run and she was going to do her absolute best to finish. She had never run 5 miles before. She hoped that she could make it.
“Attention participants. Please line up at the start line. Five minutes to start. Thank you,” came over the loud speaker.
Samantha followed her mother and mimicked the stretches that her mother did. This is going to be so much fun. She stood close to her mother looking around at the other marathon runners. There were lots of people of varying ages participating. She smiled at an old woman a few feet away. The woman smiled back at her. I didn’t know that even grandmas would be running. I wish my grandma could run with us. I’m sure that she’s watching us from heaven. I hope that she’ll be proud of me.
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