As kids sprinted up the hill the fan tails sang until their heart’s content. My eyes were riveted on the instructor thinking will I hit the target!?
When it was my turn I had huge butterflies in my tummy. I
loaded the bow with an arrow and aimed, and fired. I was close, about an inch away, from the target. I was so annoyed that I thought I might start pulling out my hair. After I had a few turns I was feeling confident that I could do that all day.
But sadly it had come to the end of the fantastic day of archery.