Özlem woke up very early that day. He couldn't sleep because of his excitement. There was a play festival at school that day. Özlem also was taking  part in this festival. He was afraid that he might not be able to fulfill his duty. This fear caused his heart to beat fast.

His mother in the morning noticed an anxiety in his demeanor. She knew about the festival and asked him how he was feeling. But Ozlem tried to hide his anxiety. She smiled at him telling  that the most important thing is participation, effort,  joy in the game, kindnees and respect for the other participants. she gave him a sweet kiss and a hug, trying to encourage him.

       It is a beautiful day with  bright sun and  clear sky. We are playing the last match of the championship.The match is difficult and we fail to score. 

     There a to me.re 5 minutes left  to play. My friend passed the ball tu me. I throw accurately to  the  basketball hoop the ball goes into the basket.          

    Suddenly, around me there are roars of applause.  

The  joy canread both on the faces of the members of my team on spectators whose voices rang out loudly.     

I was living the most beautiful "dream" of my life.

While all this was happening, I caught my eye on the friends who lost the match a little further away.At that moment I remembered what my mother said. And I immediately went to those friends

Onları tebrik ettim ve çok iyi mücadele ettiklerini söyledim. Ben de her şeyin kazanmak olmadığını, eğlenmek olduğunu söyledim ve çok eğlendik. Sonra diğer arkadaşlarım da geldi, hep birlikte şakalaşıp gülüyorduk.