Personal Narrative Essay : The Best Day Of My Life

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It was a hot, sunny day in Oxford football season had just begun and I was headed to my first Buccaneers football practice. I was beyond excited because I had been wanting to play tackle football for multiple years. Buc ball starts at age 7, but my parents made the decision to wait until I turned 10 to let me play. They wanted to make sure I was ready physically. Up until this point I was playing flag football for FNC. I was just a little kid running around grabbing flags, but I loved it. As long as I had a football in my hands I didn’t care what I was doing. I felt like I was The Flash every time I grabbed the ball and took off down the field. However, I knew I wanted more; to put on a helmet and shoulder pads and play real football. So back to the sunny day in August… I walked up to the fence with my dad; my body shaking with excitement. I met Coach Abraham and Coach Searn. Next, I grabbed my pads and helmet. Practice was getting ready to start, and I could already tell this was going to be the best day of my life. I walked onto the field to get in my stretch line. Coach Searn said, “Feet together, down.” Everybody clapped except me. How was I supposed to know? This was all new to me. However, I quickly caught on and learned how to stretch like the rest of them. Practice rolled along like normal and then it was time to put the pads to the test—hitting drills. I could finally show the coach what I could do. I would be lying if I said I was not nervous at
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