Becoming A Community Soccer Player

That night my parents informed me that I liked playing soccer so much that I asked the CIA h to have practice two times a week and they did it. After a couple weeks I keep moving up in age groups and loved playing soccer. It's was at the moment when I was 8 and I had to make a decision of playing baseball or soccer and don't get me wrong it was the hardest decision I had ever made in my life because I loved to play both. The sport I picked was soccer caused I just loved the thrill and the feeling of scoring a goal almost all the

Soccer is my favorite sport, no I don’t watch it on tv, nor do I have a favorite soccer team. So, it all started when I was eight years old I believe I told my mom that I didn’t want to do a certain thing anymore and that I wanted to play a sport a.k.a soccer. She of course told me sure. So she signed me up for soccer a couple of days later. I was so happy I was jumping up and down with excitement. Little did I know that I would love the sport. So, the day of the first soccer practice I was nervous I never done anything with the team and I had these questions running in my head like what if no one likes you here? Or what if you like the sport? Or what if you aren’t even good enough ? but I let these questions slide and I had learned how to play the sport. In that amount of time I thought no more like Challenged myself and said “ Cassie you can do this you are going to be apart of this team and you are going to be the best.” From then on I challenged myself, I practiced almost all the

I have always loved soccer, ever since I was small and had just started it, along with kindergarten. Now I was venturing into a new level of soccer: elementary school soccer. For the past year, I had been watching professional soccer, making sure to learn from every important detail that had made those larger than life players so extraordinary, so talented, and so perfect. I wrote down facts, statistics, and formations that seemed to bring them success. I practiced soccer often. For a while, I would practice for an hour or more at home after school, and when it got too cold to go outside, I would go in my garage to juggle and shoot the ball, then up to two hours at a time. I was so excited for the elementary school soccer program and I thought

Finally when I was about eight years old my dad thought I was ready to join an actual team so he signed me up for the Recreational Department in Fruitland. And on my first day of practice I was so nervous because I didn’t know anyone on the team I was from Payette and mostly all of my teammates were from Fruitland. At first I thinking that soccer wasn’t going to be my sport and I wanted to go home but I didn’t. I actually knew a lot more than my other teammates but I knew that I still had a lot more to

At the age of ten I was the most energetic, go-lucky, confident girl. I excelled at my beloved sport, soccer. I had been playing since I was just a mere five years old, far longer than the other girls. Playing so long had helped me be at a higher level of skill than most of the other players on my team.

Soccer had taught me many things in life. It showed me the significance of family in all forms, to be responsible and appreciative of my peers and elders. I will never forget that day, no matter how old I am, because I had learned an essential lesson, to never give

At age 9, my mom registered me in a local soccer academy where young kids were trained and nurtured in the sport. I was really excited because I believed it was the start of an illustrious soccer career. Playing as a center forward, I enjoyed each and every minute on the pitch and also the atmosphere. My family would always come to watch me play and cheer for me. That buoyed me and gave me a lot of confidence as I kept thinking that one day, they would have to sit on the couch in front of the television watching me playing professional soccer. At age 12, I was privileged to meet one of the Nigerian national soccer team player Kanu Nwankwo. He was known worldwide and most of his teammates saw him as a role model. On the day he visited our academy, he talked to us on many issues mostly on being focused and working towards making our dreams become reality. He also talked about a heart foundation program he was running and how it is helping

Two weeks passed before I had enough nerve to play with him. I didn't know how to kick the ball right; I would kick it with the tip of my foot. He taught me how to kick the ball with the inside of my foot. Everyday after school I would go outside to practice my kicking, I was getting better and better everyday. One day, my step dad told my mom that I should join a soccer team. My mom said no. I was sad because I really wanted to play on a soccer team with girls my age. Even though I could not join a team, I kept playing soccer.

It all started one day when my parents walked up to me with delightful smiles on their faces and asked, “how would you like to play soccer?” I didn’t know much about the sport at the time. But I’m the type of person who is willing to try new things. So I told them yes and we went out and bought all of the equipment I needed. On the very first practice. I didn’t know how to play or what to do. The league I was in was for really young kids, from ages four to six, So many of us were just being introduced to soccer. Over a few practices I began to understand on the purpose of the game and what I needed to do. Then we had our very first game for many of us. We were so nervous, but when

“Do you want me to sign you up for soccer.”My mom told me as i ate my cereal

My childhood idols weren’t princesses or pop stars, they were players. People like David Beckham, Abby Wambach, and Alex Morgan were examples of people who had the drive and persistence to make it big in soccer, something very few people will ever achieve. The day my parents got married, the U.S. Women’s National Team played for the 1999 World Cup. My mother refused to walk the aisle until she knew whether they had won. Soccer isn't just a sport for me, it's a part of my identity, and has been a huge part of my family since before I was even

“Mom?”, I asked as we were riding down the road. “Can I join the soccer team?”. “Maybe honey, let me talk to your father first.” A couple weeks passed and she still hadn’t talked to my dad about it so I decided to ask again. Later that day she came back and told me that she had talked with my father and I could join the soccer team. The only exception was that I had to pay for it. So I coughed up 95 dollars to pay for it.

I do remember playing soccer for 2 or 3 seasons but, I never liked it because my parents rarely encouraged my good games or plays. I dreaded playing during my games because my father would always yell at me while I played and after the games, he would be very upset and angry during the ride home. I was never a child who like to watch TV all day or play video games. As kids, my brother and I would probably watch TV 3 hours a day in total. The rest of the day we would play outside. Sometimes, my aunties would join in and we would all play a game we made up that’s like baseball. Since my aunties took care of my younger brother and I before they started their own families, they would take us to the park and we would play that game or we would bike to the Marina in San Leandro from our

“ Run Agatha, Run,” my mom and dad would yell to me as I ran the soccer ball down the field past other players. Soccer was my sport, it was what I was destined to do, if I wasn’t doing that I would not know where I would be in life. My mom had put me into this sport when I was only 4 years old and ever since then I couldn’t stop playing.I was the best on my team and getting a scholarship for my dedication and hard work. My siblings, Jennifer and Jonathan couldn’t be less interested in sports, let alone soccer. My family and I lived in a small apartment that consisted of 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, a kitchen, and a little dining area. My siblings and I barely had anywhere to sleep and food was a problem. I wanted a better future for my family and so soccer was the answer to all my prayers.

My first experience with soccer came when I was 10 years old, accompanied by my mom. My heart beating so hard, excited to finally play for a soccer team. Kids all around me all in love with the game, with grass so green and freshly cut, looking too perfect to be real. With a brand new soccer ball, two goals set up on each side, who couldn't resist playing all day. I was speechless. Recalling holding hands with my mom, as we walked towards the field, a memory I would never forget. Throughout the game my mom would cheer me on, she was my biggest supporter.