I Have A Very Small Family, All Of Whom Have Greatly Contributed

My level five year at gymnastics was problematic and an overall frustrating year. I wanted to quit. The gymnastics meets were difficult because I had a slim chance of finding success in this demanding sport. I sat my mother down on my living room couch and told her this. She, being the kind-hearted mother she is, told me that she understood how competitive a sport like this can be. I agreed, but I knew that to give up too soon would not be the best solution. Reaching my goal of obtaining a first place award on an event would not be easy, but I convinced myself that I had to try. For a ten-year-old girl, I possessed a great deal of motivation, and my teammates knew that. No matter how low my scores were, they always believed in me. Attending

The path of life is not always smooth. There are ups and downs, sharp bends and unclear turns. Sometimes you are so bent on your reaching your destination that you blind yourself to other opportunities that life presents. This was my predicament before I joined college- an overzealous academician who was eager to conquer his dreams. Therefore, it came as a surprise when I learned that apart from attending classes, I would be expected to participate in at least one sport co-curricular activity. This was my father’s personal policy. He took it upon himself to ensure that all his children developed their athletic skills. I fought against this ideology. I told him that I did not have an athletic bone in my body. I even complained that adults are not supposed to be told what to do. I argued relentlessly. Needless to say, I lost miserably. “Co-curricular activities help in the development of the mind and body,” my father insisted-and took it upon himself to explain to a belligerent me. He even offered to go with me to college to meet my coach. “I do not need babysitting,” I said grudgingly. He then gave me a handbook and asked me to pick my sport. I knew I had lost the fight. The sports offered at my college included: soccer, basketball, hockey, badminton, cricket, rugby, volleyball, and swimming. After much thinking and critical analysis of each sport, I decided to settle for

Growing up, my dad made sure that my brothers were involved in sports. Because he thought that football was too rough for them at a young age he signed them up for baseball. From then on out, we became a baseball family. Everything we did, all of our family friends were because of the sport. Even though, I did not play the sport, I still loved the game. It was the beginning of my seventh grade year when my dad informed me that it was mandatory that I participate in an extracurricular activity and because my dad was the authoritarian saying “no” to him was not a question. It was then that I decided to join a softball team.

When I tell people I am from Phoenix, Arizona, they look at me funny and ask, “What are you doing in Connecticut?” My response is always the same, “I’m on the UConn women’s basketball team.” Sport has played a large role in my life and has definitely impacted me. My parents were key factors that helped me get to where I am now. Both of my parents were college athletes. My father played basketball at Marquette University in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Before that, he was an all-state basketball player, tennis player and pitched for his high school baseball team. My mother played tennis at Marquette University. She was voted most valuable player all four years and won the prestigious McCahill Award as the university’s top student-athlete her senior year. She came from a tennis family. Her two sisters, her dad, and several uncles played college tennis. Her father, like her, won the McCahill award as Marquette’s top student-athlete. To this day, they are the only father-child combination to win the award. My parents met in line for drug testing when they were both athletes at Marquette. With parents so into athletics, it is not surprising that they decided early on in their relationship that their children would play sports. They decided my brother and I would participate in sports at a young age and knew that sports would teach us valuable life lessons.

As a child, I was quiet and withdrawn. I taught myself to read when I was three, and spent most of my time reading instead of playing with other children. I understood very early that I was different from others at school. I didn’t have to pay for lunch, something I found (and to be honest, still find) completely mortifying. My father was almost never home, always trucking all over the country in an effort to keep our family afloat. When other kids talked about their dads in school, I often found myself feeling jealous. I, too, wanted a dad who could teach me how to ride a bike or throw a ball. I also understood that it was impossible for me to have that, because my father worked around the clock to keep my family from going hungry. I realized that in order to achieve the things that I wanted to, i would have to take the initiative and do it myself. I borrowed my sister’s bike (although it was much too tall for me to use comfortably), and I practiced riding it until i knew i was better at it than any other 7 year

Athletics played a large role in my life growing up. During my senior year of high school, I transferred to a new school where I intended to play football. However, during the last practice before the season started, I developed a stress fracture which caused me to miss our first four games. I was a few inches taller than six feet, and weighed around two hundred and twenty pounds, which made me one of the biggest guys at the small private school I attended. The time I spent recovering from my injury provided ample time for me to ponder what I would learn from the experience. My brother is three years older than me, which allowed me to have relationships with individuals who were living my potential future. I began to seek advice from friends

Cornelius Pitts Jr. Narrative Essay There was a moment in my life that where I saw things and I thought about it for a moment because I started wondering what if I can do these things because I always told myself that I want to big great in life , I told my mother that I want her to see me on the big screen and doing big things and not just for me , it is for my family because the type of person I am , I do not want to see my family broken down and poor. This all changed when I started high school , I made a certain decision to play football for my high school and do track and field , I told my mom “I don’t wanna go to college just for academics , I want to go for sports also.” Me playing football changed a lot , the concept of football was how will it change me due to factor of this main question “Am I

My grandmother is a God-fearing woman who will give to the homeless without having a home herself without any reasoning or motive but because that is who she is. She is a woman who walks by faith and not by sight, never discouraged by the trials put before her while constantly being an encouragement and blessing into other people’s lives. My grandmother is a gentle soul filled with poise and wisdom and has relinquished some of these qualities unto me in ways that I discover each and every day. My mother is a strong-willed woman who desires not only to be heard but also acknowledged. She has been my supporter in everything that I do continually pushing me to what I thought were my limits only to realize that I had been pushed way beyond that point. She has taught me to be proud of who I am and what I’ve done and most importantly to follow the beat of my own drum or as she would say “Don’t be no flunky “! Because of her I am an opposing component of a flunky, I am dynamic. Yes, I am a mixture of these women. While I am bold and confident in everything that I do, I am also heedful in the way I treat others. I thrive for greatness but was never ignorant with my platform in encouraging others to do the same. while I have become fond of being different, I have never aimed to disconnect from the

My father didn’t want to see all of my talent and hard work go to waste. Which I completely understood because in my younger years, I had some success because of my size and strength and superiority over everyone else. My dad knew I would grow again, it just might take some time. The size and strength required to play football, hindered me from succeeding at that time.

When I was four, I went to a daycare and we always played sports and had games. Unfortunately, I was a kid who always got picked last. As a four year old this was upsetting,. So I took it upon myself to tell my mom I wanted to play sports with a team. I wanted to play every sport possible so I started with four of them; basketball, softball, cheerleading, and bowling. Through the years bowling turned into soccer, soccer turned into football, so on and so on. Eventually I ended up sticking to three sports; basketball, softball, and cheerleading, but I played on multiple teams. When I got to highschool, I decided that I wanted to play volleyball. I ended up starting Varsity with no experience in the sport. Throughout my journey of being an athlete, multiple people told me I wasn’t going to make it in life or that I’m “trash.” This pushed me to want to become the best athlete that I could be. To this day, if it wasn’t for me always getting picked last when we played games, I wouldn’t be starting three varsity sports, I wouldn’t have offers to colleges, and I wouldn’t be where I am today. The past surely does affect how the present plays

If I didn't have personal goals, I wouldn't be the person I am today. In this quote Ari says, “Everyone expected something from me. Something I just couldn't give.” This is said during a time where he his trying to figure out his life. He feels he has a lot on his plate, and everyone needs something from him. His family is expecting him to take care of his new truck, make friends, and he is also expected to stay out of trouble and keep up his grades as all teenagers have to do. Ari feels he has a lot on his plate as I do to. As a 14 years old girl, I have to keep my grades up, attend all my sports practices, preform at my best during every game, be leaders to my younger siblings, go to my dance class and continue to stretch every night. I sometimes do complain about these expectations my family and coaches have for me as well as the goals I have for myself. I am glad they expect these things from me though, because it has helped me to become the young women I am today. Without my mom constantly telling me how she expects me to act I wouldn't have simple things such as manners, common courtesy and positive social skills. If my coach didn't continue to push me in my hockey practices and in games, I would not ever get closer to my dream of playing college hockey. The expectations placed upon me have helped me

My brother Adam and I both obtain many characteristics from my father’s side. I am able to connect with my family and father because I hold qualities from them. My father’s side of the family shapes my relationship with them because I possess all the same characteristics and traits with everyone.

It wasn 't always easy living with my father, but I always knew he had my best interests at heart. When I finally entered Marymount High School, I had a burning desire to try out for the basketball team. Even though I was tall and athletic, my father wouldn’t allow me to get involved in sports. He told me a student who wanted to become a doctor didn 't have time to play games.

Anything to do with me is going to be difficult to write about. I feel like my life could be described as vague; an uneven amount of indefinite figures and stories. It goes along with any one of my family members. My gram is touchy and isn’t very fond of us grandkids, while my grandpa is a quiet guy who loves to play music for everyone and has a depression that has been eating away at him for more than a year. That’s my mom’s side, and we’re going over there less and less often. I haven’t talked to the grandparents on my dad’s side because he stopped talking to his parents more than 10 years ago. I always think it would be so easy to turn that around since they only live a two minute drive away, but I don’t want it to seem as if I’m betraying

My family happens to be deeply religious, conservative and often closed minded about certain aspects of life. In other words, everything that they tend to support and believe in as a family unit, tends to be something I can not personally agree with. As anyone can imagine, this has deeply affected my interpersonal relationship with my family in a negative impact. As an adult, I have come to my own conclusions about my personal beliefs about life and what those entail for myself. These beliefs are usually the exact opposite of what I grew up with, much to the disappointment of my family which has created a deep divide between us. This has probably affected my relationship with my father the most, as he has always been the most outspoken about his disappointment.