By Madison Cotton, intern
Six years ago I attended the Special Olympics hosted annually on my school’s football field. I didn’t know anything about it aside from my duties and what time I was going to leave. As I stood by the track, waiting for the opening ceremony, the only thing I could do was complain how hot it was to my friends. Soon enough as the music started playing and the Olympians made their way down the track, a strange feeling came over me. I don’t know exactly what it was, I can only describe it as a swelling feeling in my chest. I held my hand out, offering high-fives to everyone that walked by. People of all ages passed me, slapping my outstretched hand joyfully. The excitement and anticipation was enough to make me grin from ear to ear.