Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • “Halley,Wake up” said my aunt Chrissy.

    I quickly got up excited for the fun day ahead, one that I looked forward to every year. I got dressed into the new turkey classic shirt for this year, ate a quick breakfast, brushed my teeth and we were out the door.

    We arrived to Concord Street in Framingham. I jumped out of my car to meet my cousin Maggie. We waited for our numbers and went outside to get in line for the race.

    “Bang!” there’s the gun.

    Maggie and I start off slow and gradually pick up speed. I see my other cousins Ally, to my left, and Kate, on my right. Maggie and I were determined to beat them.

    After about a mile, we see Chrissy at the water stand. When we get to the stand there are plastic cups all over the street. I take a water from Chrissy’s hand, and we were back on track.

    Running and running and running, searching for the second mile sign. With relief we see the sign and hear all the people on their porches yelling, “Only one more mile!”

    “Almost done!”

    Finally, we see the buildings that we sprint at every year. We start picking up speed at the top of the hill, gaining speed as we go down, past the Dunkin' Donuts, and then we see the finish.

    Sprinting, trying to beat each other, I hear my other family members, who finished before me, wondering who’s going to win.


    Maggie and I finished at the same exact time. Beet-red faces, we slowly walked inside to try to win raffles, holding our race numbers in the air.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.