Basketball Personal Narrative

Growing up in a house with all boys in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania, I was taught to be tough and injuries were very common but easily shaken off. When it came to sports, I would put all my time and effort into one thing: soccer. Soccer was always a true passion of mine; as a matter of fact, it was more of a lifestyle than just a sport. I would spend weekends traveling around my local area playing the game I loved with people I enjoyed being with. My teammates became like my second family after countless seasons and we did almost everything together off the soccer field. The idea of putting on my jersey and lacing up my cleats was a moment I would not trade for the world and something I would never take for granted.

October of 2015 arrives, Monte Vista Elementary school informed us that there are basketball tryouts and basketball season will come soon. I have been practicing non-stop after last year’s tournament. I had one goal that year, and it was to get to the championships. I tryout and impress the other players around me. A paper of the names who made

The next big milestone in soccer for me was when I was a freshman in high school. I went to Troy High and didn 't think I was good enough to play high school soccer. If it wasn’t for my best friend’s dad, I really wouldn 't have played. He told me that I would regret not playing and that I had a lot of potential. I decided to try out with my three best friends and we all ran and did exhausting fitness exercises for weeks during tryouts. First, we’d have to do five laps around the track. In the beginning of the season, those five laps are a killer. By the end of the second one, I am usually out of breath. After that, we’d get into groups and do stations, like jumping over bars or doing sit-ups and push-ups, basically anything to get us into shape. The third part of practice was sprinting. I like sprints because I am way better at running faster for one-hundred yards, than doing a long distance run. The next part of tryouts were the best, all the girls would get put into two teams and we’d just scrimmage so he could see our real soccer skills. Coach Haviland, who was the varsity coach, decided teams after the tough two weeks. He said I had a little maturing to do on the field and that I will be on varsity in no time. I was shocked! I didn 't even think he was considering me. I had a lot of fun with the Junior Varsity team and made lots of friends. By

I fell in love with the competition, the strength, the reliance on others, the character building, the relationships, being humble in victory, and graceful in defeat. Playing a team sport, and being raised in a family that has been all soccer all the time means that one of my main, and favorite, teachers have been the beautiful game. While I knew I had let my whole team down, after the countless losses I had been a part of, I was able to quickly put the defeat aside and remember that winning games never make anyone better. It is the losses and failures that mold me not only into a better athlete but into a better

Ever since I was in grade school, I was one of the smallest kids in my class. I have always loved the game of soccer. Because of my size, I knew as I got older that I would have to practice really hard and in my spare time in order to keep up with the other kids. Since I had my heart set on becoming a starter, I had my mind made up that I would work hard on and off soccer season.

I began playing Basketball freshmen year as a way to release my emotions and forget the thoughts that gave me stress or made me overthink. My coaches gave me the nickname of “Mean Darline” because of how tough and aggressive I would get when being on defense. Little did they know that I wasn’t good at that position because I loved Basketball but because it maintained me calm and allowed me to express myself in a socially approved activity. When the season was finished and I retired from Basketball after my sophomore year I went back to going to the gym three to four times a week. Gym workouts or any physical activity is great to rechannel one’s unacceptable impulses without others criticizing us for our actions.

I am in love with the sport of basketball. The feeling of adrenaline I have before the start of a game, the satisfying sound of the swish of a buzzer shot, and the half-time coach-given-tension-filled talks work together to create an atmosphere unlike anything I have ever experienced. I have been playing basketball for as long as I can remember, and when high school finally came, everything intensified. My freshman year, I was placed on the varsity team. I looked forward to practices, tournaments, bus rides, and every inside joke and moment I would get to share with the girls on my team who, as an only child, became sisters to me.

An all time favorite activities of me to do and to watch is basketball. Basketball is something I relish because it's exciting and really affecting, I started playing when I was in fourth grade. When I became attentive in basketball it was because I was trying out sports that year and I determine I admired it and really, enjoying it. Basketball is something my dad, and my brother plays, too. My brother and I try to practice, and learn from each other when we both have the time to practice.

Winter practices came quicker than a flash. We got an email about what team I was going to be on. I didn't know anyone on the team, then I reached the bottom of the list. My two good friends, Joshua Pless and Joseph Iverson, were both on my team. I was so excited! We went to Foot Locker the week before practice started, and I got a fresh new pair of basketball shoes. Finally, the day I have been waiting for had come, basketball season had begun! Our first game was against the Red Birds. I remember it all

I played soccer for three seasons; the main reason I stayed for that long though was because all my friends also played. I was interested more in spending time with my friends and the after-game snack, rather than scoring goals and playing soccer. Most of the time when I played soccer, I stood in the field, and just watching the ball. For sure, I was no Messi. One day, my parents approached me about disliking soccer and I told them that I did not want to continue soccer anymore; that was my defining moment, the innocent mistake at the age of six.

Since I can remember, I’ve always played soccer. Whether it was kicking the ball around my kitchen and dining room (this didn’t go over well with my mother) or playing on a youth team, club team, or school team, soccer has always flowed through my veins and helped prepare me for the challenges I faced ahead. These early experiences foreshadowed my maturity and growth through soccer.

When I was 12 and I realize that soccer can be something for me, nothing stop me. I started to traing three, four hours at day every single day; Because of that, opportunities sarting to appear. I earn my place in the first team of my club, They started to send me to new tournaments with the first team, and the soccer became a reality for me, finally the soccer starte give me some of the thing for I was fighting for. I keep trainging during all my High School, for my goal to be professional.

I have always had a fervent passion for soccer, pouring my heart into the game from a young age. When I didn’t make my high school’s soccer team freshman year, I was distraught. This was one of the defining moments of my life, an opportunity I took to evolve and mature as a person.

I later found out that I was on a team full of all of my bestfriends. When we started practicing I started to really get a feel for what soccer really meant. At this time it meant having fun, the team didn't care about winning or losing. We played ten games in a single season and at the end of the season there was a tournament for the top 8 teams to play and find out who is the most skilled. We played the first 3 games and went undefeated, then we played the semis, and eventually we went on to play in the finals. We ended up winning the last game by a goal the in the last couple minutes of the game, and we took home a trophy that was almost as big as me at that time. That was my first ever season playing competitive soccer, was such a blast and a memory I will never

Ever since I was a young girl, I have been fascinated with the sport soccer. However, I truly became passionate about it when I played my freshman through senior years in high school. We would practice on the field for an hour every weekday and if it was too cold outside, we would practice in the school gymnasium. During this hour, my team and I would stretch, run, scrimmage against each other, and sometimes do strength training. I became involved in this sport when I was eight years old because I thought that it looked fun and I had many friends that played. My parents fully supported me and my dad especially was so excited to be a mentor and help me learn to become a better athlete. I really enjoyed this sport because it taught me so much