I'm from Aurora, CO. Seems to me there's always some form of "field day" in elementary school. If you know what "field day" is... you probably went to Jewel Elementary. If not, it's an outside competition that takes place in the spring when elementary officials realize that they need to expel all the extra energy that's been housed/stored/bottled-up over the winter months.

I remember one field day in particular. I remember my thought process namely during one event I was sure to win. I'm a freakishly fast runner. Or I was. I mean really fast. As far back as I can remember I could whip any kid that tried to beat me in a race.

I was competing with the five fastest kids in the 5th grade. And I knew I was going to win. Somehow, my conscience was clean. I don't remember the start, but I remember the middle and the end. The only other girl in the race and myself rocketed ourselves to the front. Those boys had no chance and frankly neither did she.

But as I came around the final cone toward the finish I remember looking back and noticing her orange hair. She looked determined, she wanted to win. A lot. And no matter how strange and selfless it sounds, I felt horrible taking it away from her. So I slowed down and she won. Later, after the victor claimed her prize my Father said he noticed me slowing down toward the finale and I told him why.