Remember a failed skipping contest.

The students say skipping rope is easy, but I just can't jump. I'm dancing very hard, but I can't dance more than 6 times a minute. In a rope skipping competition, my classmates are very optimistic about me, but I can't jump, but I can't let my classmates down. I almost burst out all my strength, and my classmates cheered for me. The game is over, don't think about it, I am the last one. I was very sad, and my classmates comforted me, saying that it was nothing, and a failure proved nothing. In the days to come, I practiced every day. As long as I had free time, I practiced. My parents said I was possessed. I finally practiced, and my classmates were happy for me. Although I didn't take the laurel in the second skipping competition, at least I got the third place. I feel happy for myself. Finally, I know the true meaning of "you can be a master only if you eat bitter", because I have experimented with myself. A small jump rope competition, but let me have such a big feeling, it seems that I really can't underestimate anything! The front of my writing is a real case (that is, my own case), but the back begins with "I almost put all my strength ..... and it's all false (that's the result of my full imagination). This story is pure fiction. If there are similarities, I would be honored!