Basketball my 6th grade year was rough. It was my very first year ever playing sports. Since I went to a small elementary school everyone made the team and I was the only 6th grade student that joined I was so nervous the first practice my hands were shaking way faster than I could run. The rest of the girls were eighth graders that had a ball thrown at them the second the exited the womb; let me just tell you that season sucked. Even though I cried after every game because I wasn’t good enough and in practice always crossed the finish line last I still somehow loved the game. It wasn't the only game I loved though; I also loved soccer. After I kept the benches warm 6th grade year I decided I was going to work hard. I started running a mile at least once a week. Which turned into two miles after I filled a few buckets of sweat after a couple weeks. I had convinced my uncle to let me be a substitute on his indoor soccer team since I already missed tryouts. I loved indoor soccer so much and that's when I began to really start improving. I scored my first goal that season with five others after. I loved the feeling of putting in every drop of work I could into a game that I truly loved. Travel soccer didn't only make me better at sports but I improved as a person. I began to be more positive, I worked …show more content…
Even though I worked a lot that's when I realized I hadn’t barely touched a basketball since the year before. I beat myself up about that all day in class until after school when it was time. I went to the first practice terrified expecting it to be last year all over again; that didn’t happen. This year I was the first to finish running, instead of the last. I was ten times more aggressive and confident in myself when I was told to try something new. Somehow I knew how to dribble the basketball ten times better, and my defense was great. I went home so
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.
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.
Playing soccer would mean everything to me I would always ask my parents to take me to the park so i can get better and so i can have fun. Soccer would always get me out of trouble because i when i was a kid i would always do whatever i wanted and did not care if i got in trouble. So i got into soccer and i loved it and it would always keep
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.
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
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.
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.
I was just swinging my bat, over and over again, with no thoughts in my head. The methodical movement of my bat and the sound of the breeze it makes, was calming to me. My mind was blank as I was just going through my on deck routine. But like always, a few thoughts slipped in. You are going to strike out again, for the third time, my mind told me, You are going to let the whole team down, and lose the game. The championship game. I battled the little devil me on my left shoulder, who was feeding my brain these awful thoughts, by repeating an encouraging phrase. You got this Ashley, you got this Ashley. Feeling better about stepping up to the plate, I look up, only to feel my entire body fill with dread. The catcher was just standing up a little
Soccer has always been one of my biggest passions in life. I have played from the time I was four years old. However, this sport hasn’t always been the easiest thing in my life, at times it was what I hated the most. While my love for soccer has been unconditional, I have endured obstacles that have forced me to repeatedly re-climb the wall of success.
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.
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.
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