As a kid, I always wanted to be a ninja. Well I guess I am still a kid, and I still want to be a ninja, but, yea. I trained for countless days and perfected the pose, I snapped twigs, jumped long distances, until. I got injured. It was a long fall and I could barely walk for weeks and it looked like my career was over, but I persevered through and it seemed like forever, but I healed my leg. I was so nervous to do my first jump since the injury but it went well after all of the physical therapy. I was Ready for my first fight. As I got into position, I Saw the other monkey, all strong and agile but I got this. The other monkey stepped into the arena and I looked back on the past few months, getting hurt and training it all led up to this. I fought my heart out the blazing sun, the gusting wind, and the crowd cheering. As the monkey took a punch at me, the world slowed down and I dodged him! I jumped onto a tree, turned around and punched him right in the face. Ouch! That’s gotta hurt I thought. “And that’s how my NMFL (National Monkey Fighting league) career Started.”
Your writing is getting good. You have great word choice in this piece. I can tell you spent time on it and revised.