Finally it was her turn, she thought over her technique in her head again. She was going to start from the side closest to the hoops she was doing before and from below 10 feet (four times her height) , that way she would keep going diagonally up from the red hoop before she got to the orange hoop that stood tall at 20 feet (eight times her height). Now she had to plan it right with the timing of the moving hoop, as she wanted to make sure not to get trapped in by the moving hoop. She decended to the right level and when the hoop was in the right position she leaned forward, making sure her broom was facing the right direction and zoomed up, sailing through the red hoop quick and was headed fir the orange hoop when she remembered. She forgot to take the timings of the second hoop into account.

Now this required thinking on the job, in the 10 remaining feet she had to turn her broom a bit to make the moving orange hoop. Could she make it? Yes, she could. Why? Because she was going to try. She turned her broom to the one direction and then to the other, making sure that she would be able to reach the orange hoop vertically at the same time she met it horizontally. As the broom neared its destination, Sarah pulled her face of hard work, her forehead showing her concentration, her eyes remaining fixed on the orange hoop. I can do it, she told herself as the broom soared through the orange circumference of the loop where she breathed a sigh of relief before turning her broom around in the direction of the yellow hoop, which was in the opposite direction. Here too seemed easier so as she flew she began to think of the challenge of getting to the green hoop which was not so far from the orange hoop, yet the distance nearly tripled from the yellow hoop to the green one.