My Life Of Soccer

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Soccer has been one of the biggest parts of my life. I started at the age of 3 and ever since it has been my number one way to relieve stress and forget about stuff going on out of soccer. But this all got taken away from me on the day I tore my acl, February 27th. Soccer wasn’t just a sport to me, It was a way I lived. Practices 3-4 times a week, multiple games and tournaments. The amount of time and effort I put into this sport, and to just have it all taken away. Since I was little I thought I would make a life out of soccer. I thought I would play club, then high school, and finish with college soccer. But no I stopped even before I got to play high school soccer. It was a typical game, playing against a two year older team and D1 team. They had been pushing us to the ground, nailing us and beating us by two goals. I had the ball dribbling up the field, I remember thinking here I go, keep pushing, keep pushing. I get stopped by a defender on there team, she goes for the ball and I do too. Bam. I can still vividly remember the popping noise. I fall to the ground screaming crying. I couldn’t even straighten my leg. I knew something had to be wrong. 3 different sports trainers all talking to me. “Take deep breaths”, “you need to keep this straight.” Still I am balling my eyes out. This was the most unbearable pain I’ve experienced. “Okay we’re going to carry you to your car.” My mom was at my game so was with me and drove. I get into my car and they tell my mom “go to

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