Example Of Personal Narrative Essay

I have always loved sports ever since I was a little kid. Some of my earliest memories are of playing soccer with my friends on a wet, cold spring day or hitting a ball off of a tee and feeling like it went a mile, when in reality it only went about fifty feet. Even to this day I still can never get enough of sports. I get about four weeks off out of the entire year where I’m not technically in a sport, but I’m still always practicing and trying to get better because that’s the only way I know. I love everything about sports: the friendships, the competition, the passion, the atmosphere, the unity. Sports are one of my true loves and they consume my life. It is this strong desire that I have for sports that has driven me to want to pursue a

I started my love of sports when I was very young. At three years old, I played flag football for a local youth league. I was not shy and withdrawn like the other kids. I was outgoing and energetic. I don’t know if the other kids were embarrassed to play or they just didn’t understand the game, but the ball always came to me. I loved the attention from stealing a flag and scoring a touchdown. After flag football, I played every sport in every season—soccer, basketball, football, volleyball, and baseball. Every sport was the same—the ball always came to me. I was not necessarily an aggressive player, but I was athletic and demanded a lot of play time because I knew I could get

Growing up my whole life, I played every sport imaginable from hockey and soccer to football and tennis. My parents made me start being active and playing sports at a very young age and it was one of the best decisions that they could have made. Sports have so many benefits and teach so many life lessons besides simply the physical and competitive aspects to the game.When I first started playing sports, I absolutely dreaded every aspect of it, from waking up early, to working out, to being sore and tired all of the time. But as I grew older and started to understand life better, I started thinking about my future and the keys to being successful in life. I realized that sports teach so many life lessons beyond the

Bo Jackson once said “set your goals, and don’t stop till you get there. ”Being in athletics for so many years has had a great deal of influence in my life. It has helped me academically, and it has improved my socialization skills that will later be an asset to me in my journey to pursue a business degree. I now have better time management skills that helps me focus on what I need to do before I get distracted with everything else going on in my life. My involvement in many sports has influenced my appreciation for my family, furthermore it has helped me mature along the way.

After a competitive brawl of a game with grass stains on my knees, jersey, and socks; with sweat drenching my hair and clothes, as if I just took a shower, I began to walk over to a table set up amongst the fans. They wait anxiously for my team to walk over after our big win. Each one of my teammates including myself are set at a table close to the bleachers, which set adjacent from the players bench across the pitch. I set down by my new set of teammates, as we got ready to sign posters for children with aspirations to play at collegiate level soccer one day, for parents and grand parents who couldn?t be more honored to be witnessing their little girls hard work finally paying off. It was recent that I experienced this

Sports changes a person physically, but it can also change them mentally. In the beginning of the school year, I was just a freshman, your average athlete, trying to get in shape. Yet the struggle I went through when I had sprained my ankle, I learned to never give up, even in the darkest moment. I healed and became one of the hardest workers on the team, thanks to this great fall. And this is how it began….

It felt like that period in your life where you catch onto something that you don’t particularly like or have not really been exposed to and end up realizing that you shouldn’t have fallen into the hole you dug up yourself in the first place. The summer after sophomore year in high school was when the dreams of becoming a basketball star approached one step closer since I would finally be able to play with the varsity team. Ambiguously, that summer I fell into a false affection with a sport I always hated, soccer. Almost every single summer night one can find me with my friends at the luscious turf soccer fields that were recently constructed near my house. However, it was one particular night, two weeks before junior year began, that changed my dream, my plan, and, most importantly, my body.

At the age of seven, I wanted to try out sports but I didn’t know which ones to choose or which one I would be good at. The first sport that I’d tried was baseball, and it was a nightmare first time that I went up to bat I got hit hard by a fastball ever since then I never wanted to have anything to do with that sport. A second sport that I’d tried was basketball, because of my height being tall and I didn’t understand how to play it or gave it anytime at all. Third sport and last sport, that I’d tried and loved was soccer. I remember the first time playing soccer, it was a very fast past game lots of running and passing the ball to my teammates. “My coach said that I was very talented”. I could pass the soccer ball from a very long distance,

Growing up, my father always pushed me to do sports. First it started off with soccer, then baseball, a little bit of basketball, and ended with football. I did not understand the competitive and physical benefits at the time but I was still very much interested. Soccer was always a fun sport as a child, aimlessly running around with a ball between my feet. On a couple occasions I happened to get hit in the face with a ball, which developed a disinterest for the sport in six-year old me. Baseball became a big sport for me most of my life, until I was struck at the batter’s mound hard, in my side, by a baseball. I was too afraid to ever go up to bat again. Football, the prime jewel of American sports, was the one thing I played from the second grade to freshman year of high school. I was always too chubby, too slow, to pursue a larger role on the team such as quarterback, or wide receiver, even linebacker, so I was stuck to the offensive line.

Football, as it is for many people, is a key part of my life; without it I am sure I would survive but not as happily as am right now. Before I reached this happy state, it took a gruesome football injury to cause positive changes in my life.

I have stayed busy playing sports throughout my life because it keeps me active and fit. I started playing soccer at a young age, shortly after that I discovered baseball, basketball, and started snowboarding. I have always been interested in doing something physical. Baseball didn’t go so well as a kid. I played outfield and none of the kids could hit the ball out there and I would sit and pick the tall, green grass. I got bored in baseball easy because I wouldn’t be doing anything other than watching the kids whiff the ball. I always resorted to soccer because when you’re on the field you are always doing something whether it’s running, dribbling, tackling, or shooting. I would come home from soccer and still no be tired. I knew I liked exercising because I would always be doing some sort of exercise outside. I always made it a goal to get outside every day and do something because if I didn’t I wouldn’t be able

When I was young, I would frequently fall. Whether I was playing a sport or just standing in place, I would end up on the ground unexplainably. Eventually, my parents took me to a medical specialist, and I was diagnosed with low muscle tone, in addition to scoliosis and asthma. The doctor told me that I would need to work hard every day, just to become able to stand upright, and he told me that I should no longer compete in contact sports. This was devastating to me, as I just began playing football. After hearing the doctor’s diagnosis, I could have just accepted that I would never be the athlete I aspired to be, and I could have given up on sports all together. However, I hearing him tell me that I could never succeed as an athlete, and what I could not do, put a fire within me and motivated me to prove him wrong.

When I was 5 years old, my dad signed me up for football, baseball, wrestling, basketball, and soccer. Now some might say that’s a little overboard for a 5-year-old, but I believe it helped me become more mentally strong, even aside from the psychical side of playing 5 sports. In most families playing sports was a privilege, but my dad used to say in the Pizzuti household it was a “way of life”. We would constantly be throwing around the ball, practicing, and running, anything to push me to another level above everyone else. When I turned 10 I stopped wrestling and soccer, but still had 3 competitive sports and now I have started surfing. I quickly saw myself being average at basketball and surfing, but above average in baseball and football. My dad also noticed these things and thought I should try out for my baseball and football team in high school, I wasn’t able to continue surfing

When I was really young around 4-10 I really loved soccer because it required endurance, speed, and it was really fun to play. And from that time I really didn't like basketball. I thought that this sport was the epitome to the league of sports. I thought that tennis was way better at the time. And I wasn’t a big fan of tennis. But I really didn’t like the sport at all. I was athletically gifted at the sport, like most other sports. I had the fundamentals from my father, and he tried to convince me to play, but I still refused to associate myself with basketball. I even disliked to watch basketball I would refuse to play with my siblings. And all that I encouraged other people to play was soccer. The reason that I loved soccer was because my first gift was a soccer ball. Since that time I was infatuated with soccer. I played it in my backyard and in the park. I never stopped playing for anything even when it was dark like 9 o'clock

My whole life sports were an important role in everyday activity. I was the 4 year old that was always playing a different sport on the weekends and always in the gym improving my skills. As I got older I decided to focus on two sports and I chose cheerleading and volleyball. Cheerleading was fun. You dressed up, danced, tumbled and worked hard with a group of girls. And of course there was the flash and glitz! But I quickly found that I was good at cheerleading. I worked hard, put in hours of extra practice, worked well with coaches and teammates, and I was strong! After several years of cheering my team and I won the National Championship. I was the best of the best and I was only in the fifth grade. The entire time I was cheering I was also playing volleyball, waiting until the time I could try out for a National team. After having such an amazing year at Cheer Nationals I started working very hard to add new skills to my collection. With the sparkle of winning and the need to up my skills I spent almost everyday in the gym practicing to gain new tumbling skills. During one of these practices I fell and landed on my neck resulting in a broken collarbone. I worked with sports doctors and physical therapists to regain my strength but I had lost the confidence to tumble. You can rarely say that a sports injury has good timing but this actually did. After my recovery I was able to try out for a national volleyball team. I had always dreamed of playing on the