Essay about A Moment to Remember.

The day of the big game was gonna be on a friday night, the game started at 7:30 but we had to get there early to warm up. When all of my teamates got there we were all talking about

Often times we find ourselves thinking about the past only to try to force the memories away and return to our current delusion. We can never erase the past, but if the past is who we are, then should we just welcome pain back into our lives? Embarrassment, guilt, and pride betray us as we choose to bury our darkest memories in our head and look to a positive future without ever having to readdress them and acknowledge that they had ever happened in the first place. Thinking back now my weakest moment caught me by complete surprise.

When I was in 5th grade at the age of 10 I was fortunate enough to go on a vacation out of the country. This was a pivotal moment in my life because my family had never really had enough money to go on a trip with all of us, but we did this time because my dad saved up; we were going to the Philippines. Even though it was just supposed to be a vacation, it ended up being something completely different. During our time there, we stayed with my uncle who lived in an underprivileged neighborhood.Spending time with my relatives in that place made me realize that I took things for granted. My thoughts recollected at the church, where I really saw a different view of my dad. He was teaching in a huge, crowded church and what he said and did seemed

Nothing beat the overwhelming emotion of stepping up on the pitcher’s mound and hearing the chant of my name, my heart clawing its way out of my chest. Before throwing the first warmup pitch, my mind raced through the entire season. How, as a team, we have made history winning all three major tournaments in the high school level. We had beaten many top competitors and lost plenty crushing defeats as well. My mind pondered, which situation will I be in today, glorious victory or destructive loss. This is the feeling I lived for during high school, it was my sole purpose. However, this was merely one minute of that fateful day in which I played prodigiously trying to win a baseball game.

With two seconds left in the first half, Wes Washpun was at half court and time was running down, so he shot the ball and it went through the hoop! ¨WOOOO!¨ I jumped up and down and saying to the players as they were going into the tunnel, ¨Let's go boys! We can do this!¨ UNC was up 41 to 32 at halftime.

That morning I woke up on the second week of summer, ready for my championship baseball game against Portsmouth. Our U11 all star team sat in second place in the tournament going into the championship against the number one seed Portsmouth Eagles. The whole day leading to the game, all I could think about was the game, not even the amazing apple pie my mom made because my sister begged for it.

In 2016, more than ever, the team was committed to and had one goal of winning. One of our biggest rivals was St. John’s College High School (SJCHS). My doubles partner and I played the last match of the WCAC championships against SJCHS. During the season, SJCHS was one of the hardest competitors we faced but walking onto the court on the final day of championships, my partner and I knew we would fight and win. After 45 minutes, I hit an ace and we won the match that put us in the lead to win the championships. October 30, 2016 was the single most exciting and overwhelming day for the team all season. Everyone’s hard work paid off.

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With about 30 minutes of a quick break Coach Gad gathered us into the hallway for a congratulations and another motivation speech. From what I can remember of the speech it had a lot to do with how everyone doubted us and no one believed we could make this far. After hearing this I and probably everyone else got this huge spark of fire ready to win the championships. As we made our way back to the gym the buzzer buzzed and the game was about to begin. The team we were playing was Marlboro one thing everyone knew about this team was the had this star player named Grace who basically was the whole team. Every set was basically for her for her and every dig she seemed to get. Knowing this made ourselves play smart and try our hardest not to spike the ball to her. We were serving first Alyssa gave a beautiful float serve that Grace passed and spiked which gave Marlboro the first point. Losing the first point didn’t break our confidence, throughout the entire set the points were coincidently going back and forth. A key play in the first set was when Grace was approaching for a spike Megan roofed her. Everyone who was cheering for us went crazy you could feel the floor shaking from our screams. Even with our enthusiasm Marlboro was determined to win the first set 25 to

Individually we made our way back onto the court. We couldn’t pull through as a team and the discouragement was toxic. I ripped the ball from the opponents hands and began to force my way up the court to make a layup, or assist Sydney from cross-court. The opponents gathered around me, and began to ferociously hit and push at me. I fell to the ground and lost the ball. I had failed the play. I looked back at my enemy, his eyes blackened, and mine widened when he screamed,

On October 31st, this was the day when our cyo basketball team schedule came out. As my team (Saint Anthony’s) and I looked on the schedule, we noticed that on December 11th we are playing our friends and their team name is called Saint Augustine's. We knew that if we lose they were going to make fun of us at the lunch table. Our team knew we couldn’t lose that game because it is a humongous rivalry. Our first game was against St.Peters. The location of the game was at St.Anthonys. Usually, the first game is always rusty because we have to remember the plays and some of my teammates were nervous. At the end of the first half we were winning, 16-18. Our coach Kenny, told us to remain in the game and keep fighting because he knew that we were so much better then them.

It was Friedrich Nietzschehas who said, “What doesn’t kill you makes, you stronger”. I like to call these moments in a person’s life, “defining moments”. Additionally, I like most people, have had a few of these “defining moments”; probably more than one person should. Growing up, I had a hard time accepting one of my “won’t kill you-make you stronger” moments. It was a moment of betrayal and deceit, inflicted upon by a person I trusted fully and completely, with my life. My mother.

My seventh grade volleyball team had a fantastic season. We had won every game except one leading up to the postseason. We were so successful since we worked well together. We exceeded in multiple areas on and off the court. After we won all of the Regional and Sectional games, we were headed to Tri-Valley on a

Many people influenced and events my reading and writing development throughout my childhood from my mother, my elementary librarian, and Sesame Street, to getting my first pair of glasses. We all have defining moments in our lives where we can look back and say, “That moment changed my life.” This is the story of the defining moment that changed the way I read and write, and I learned it from a whale!

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