My First Year Old Boys Are Playing Baseball, Football, And All The Other Sports

When school was out, I would play with my friends in the neighborhood. These were kids who were not my age- some were older, and some were younger. We all had one thing in common, though- we wanted to have fun! We would throw sponge balls at the pool, play basketball at the park, or try out new videogames at my house. These were always good times.

I know that he’s always watching me now. I was living life just as normally as the other 10 year old. That was until my grandpa had been acting up in the following weeks of my 11th birthday, he was not being his normal self. He underwent a CT scan in early December, and it revealed a tumor on his brain. He underwent surgery to remove the tumor and lost his beautiful, prized hair. Not many men could grow hair like he could. He was recovering well from surgery, and according to the doctors, he would have 6-12 months to live. All was well I was until I was in Fort Wayne, Indiana for a hockey tournament with my PeeWee A team 6 weeks later. My father had received a call from my mother, who was my grandpa’s daughter. She told him that a tumor had regrown behind one of his eyes, and it was the size of a softball. They had no choice but to put him on life support because the tumor rendered him brain dead, and let everyone say their goodbyes. “Feed the good wolf,” was something he would always say to us kids. He loved that saying. He lived by it. I lost the man I wanted (and still strive to) be like. He was the perfect grandfather, and although his life was taken from him at the age of 63 by some horrible disease, he lived a full life. On the dark, candle lit night of January 14th, 2012, I realized how precious life is, and I chose to “Live Like Larry.”

“See you a practice!” is a phrase that most people will say to their friends throughout childhood. Thirty-six million children in the United States play a sport. That is over half the children in the United States. However, even with that statistic, some children are still inside all day watching television or playing video games. Many parents do not enroll their children in a sport because they believe it will result in injury, or the child is going to feel left out. Some even believe that their child will be looked down upon if they are not as good as everyone else. They believe that if the child has more time on schoolwork it will raise their grades. But most children love to play outside and learn new sports. It is a part of a child’s nature to run around and have fun. Only some parents realize that children who play a sport can have more discipline than those who don’t. Sports can also give children experience working with others as a team as well as confidence in themselves. Children and teens who play sports are more likely to have higher confidence, be more disciplined, and work better with others.

Most ten-year-old boys are playing baseball, football, and all the other sports. For me, I did the same; therefore, I played outside and played sports. Me my mom and my siblings would always go over to my grandparents’ house while my dad was at work. One day, my mom went to go shopping with my grandma; however, I was lucky and got to stay behind with my grandpa. That is when he introduced me to a completely new world.

I never really knew my grandpa as well as I would have liked. He was already an old, old man by the time I started high school, and my own memories of him are mostly of a man confined by age and ailing health. So I'm not really going to talk about my memories of him. Instead, I'm going to try to share his memories and the memories of those that knew him.

The days we were at home we would play outside or help my dad with fixing

Participation in organized sports can provide an opportunity for young people to increase their physical activity and cognitive social skills. But, when the demands and expectations of organized sports exceed the maturation and readiness of the young athlete, the positive aspects of participation can be negated. It can be noted, that parent or adult involvement can influence the degree to which participation in organized sports is a positive experience.

It was hard, but very fun. There was always something going on, and I played three sports at the time: baseball, football, and ice hockey. I also have a love of cars, which flourished in my environment. My parents owned old and beat-up cars, and no one else in my family even took an interest in them.

I liked to play games with my friends and sister like battle ship and hide and seek. We liked to go our Grandma and Grandpa’s house we ran around and played soccer.

July 3rd 1981 that morning Uncle Frank was sitting at the table reading the newspaper while mom was making breakfast for me and James. It was a peaceful day me and James decided to go to the pond and Uncle Frank went with us as well he would help us try to catch some salamanders. It was a nice day with Uncle Frank he actually seemed happy that we were there to spend time with him. That night at the dinner table I asked mom if me and James could go by the junkyard tomorrow and explore the woods there. I could feel the intensity in the room after that both mom and Uncle Frank immediately said no.

My children participated in organized sports and we also walked on the beach or sidewalks every day. Although they went for a daily walk, that was not their favorite activity. They did, however, learned the benefits of exercise and eventually would go running on their own without being asked.

The old gentleman would appear at the most unexpected times, yet months would go by, and I could have completely forgotten him and grown up never to see him again except from the cove of childhood memories we for some reason never forget. Nevertheless, there he was; coming out of a back alley as I turned a corner; or crossing a street as I approached from the other side. Once old timer even came into the grassless yard of our shotgun double as I was sitting on the rotten wooden steps waiting for my brother and sisters to return from school, I wasn't old enough yet to attend. This was my station, to sit there and keep an eye on my stroke burden grandfather as he rocked and mumbled his thoughts to no one present. He stepped half way up the walk, and stood there, looking at me and I back at him more out of curiosity then fear. Eventually he reached out his hand as if to make a request or ask a question of me, then as if remembering, lowered his head and turned and walked away. One day I was standing in an abandoned field behind our house. We kids would meet their and think of games to play; mostly kick the ball. I was there tossing the ball up in the air, waiting for the other kids to show up, when I see him coming down the

But , when the kids get older ( the ones that suffered from football and didn’t like playing in certain weather or was not as physical as others ) , they end up trying to play as they get older and don’t be mentally prepared for the sport . And , doesn’t want to be alert to the game . Some of the children in youth football during practice or football games does not wanna be engaged in contact , some always find a way out of the line or make an excuse not to go or some just sit there and , cry their eyes out , because they does not want to make any contact . Children in this generation is not as engaged in youth sports , as back in the day , people say that , football back in the day was very engaged and interesting to watch and , everyone

I loved how you expressed the urgency to understand if your child even enjoys the organized sport that they have been placed in. As an observer, I sometimes feel as if the parents are placing their children in certain sports for their own pleasure and entertainment, rather than consulting with their child and asking if it is something they enjoy. When I was younger, I was very attracted to “girly” activities like ballet, compared to basketball or soccer. If my parents placed me in soccer at that young age, I most likely would not have thrived, simply because I would not have enjoyed it. I also liked the point that you made in regards to letting children be children! Our society is always on the go, and parents feel obligated to pack their day

I began playing soccer at age four, starting at a recreational level. When I was nine, I started playing on a competitive soccer team, which was a huge step up from the recreational level. We played soccer three to four times a week, practicing, conditioning, and playing in games. Over the years I played on three different competitive teams with a variety of different coaches. Each coach had a different style of coaching and a different personality. Over the years I was able to develop and improve as a player.