Running 600 Metres

I ran 600 metres at St Paul’s School, when I was 8 years old for Athletics Day.
The day before the race, we got into our house groups and there were lots of children sitting on desks, singing our house chant loudly to learn it. My house group sang loudly.
The next day, we got into our maroon hats, maroon tops, black shorts with the St Paul’s Emblem on them ready for the race.  We went down to the Juniors and it was noisy. People were waiting, sitting on the wooden deck for Mr K to say who was going to race.
Finally, it was my turn to race. We all got into a lane waiting for teacher, Mr Emms, to shoot the cap gun and it sounded like a big bang. When it went off, I sprinted off. I was saving my energy for the last lap, then the noisy, old, rusty bell went. It was the last lap. When I finally got to the finish line, they said I came in 4th place. I was really happy.
I thought it was tiring, hard work but I was really happy that it was over and done with.  I felt good that I came in 4th place.