Personal Narrative Essay: The Soccer Tournament

So I did it like 20 more times before finally resting up on the shore. As time passed by, it felt as if we spent the whole day swimming and jumping off a helicopter skydiving. Then the unexpected happen, my best friends Ivan and Nathan decided they wanted to get a go at the bridge. In my head, I knew this was not a good idea. The bridge was skyscraping, towering, mighty, I can’t even think of words to describe it. It was unmatchable and yet they want to jump off it. I tried to convince them not to, worrying that something might go wrong if they did. Quite frankly they didn’t care what I had to say and offered me to jump with them. I was already on the bridge with them and they were on the outside of the rails ready to jump. While all my friends are behind me they wanted to see all three of us jump at the same time. I was scared shitless. But being me I caved in and vaulted right over the rail and stood next to 2 of my best friends as we were about to jump a bridge. I’ve never been more scared in my life, looking down at my feet it looked like the people below me were ants. We stood there for a good 5 minutes contemplating on whether we should jump or not. The longer we sat there the worst it became, we were all trembling with fear. Both Ivan and Nathan had fear in their eyes like I’ve never seen before. I bet they were just as scared as I was. The sun was gleaming at all 3 of us as we stood there in shock and awe. But we had to man up and jump, so we did exactly that. The water was fragile, universe-blue-colour, making it appear like nature’s amphitheatre. At that very moment all 3 of us jumped, the air felt ice cold, it felt as if everything was statue still, like time froze on us. It was peaceful and comfortable, I have never experienced such a unique feeling. As we came racing down we smacked the water and plunged right for the surface gasping for air. It was a feeling that you can’t shake

Then my brother, both my sisters, and parents got out of the car, and the first item I saw was advertising for the park. The advertising said “Hollywood Studios” and had a picture of a rollercoaster, and all I felt was butterflies in my stomach. The next day we woke up in the early morning to get ready so that we could arrive when the park opened. When we arrived, I could see all the rides and an enormous crowd of people swarming around trying to find the shortest line to enter the park the fastest. My sister grabbed me hastily and said “Come on, Alex, let's go get on The Rock N Roller coaster.” My parents walked with us, but they didn't ride the roller coaster, so my sister and I were the only ones from our family. As we waited in line, I felt mixed feelings shoot through my body. Then my turn came, and I slowly entered the blue seat of the ride and buckled up tightly, making sure nothing at all could get loose. On a screen the ride counted down, six, five, four, three,

On our way up the mountain, we saw lots of Toucans and monkeys. It was a very bumpy ride. Sometimes the mountain got so steep that I thought we were going to fall backwards. Once we reached the top we got out. The workers helped us put on the harnesses. The woman who worked there jumped on the zip line and went down first so she could be the catcher at the bottom. None of us wanted to go, it looks way to scary. So my dad made Gage go first, he was assisted by another worker as he was too little to go alone. Once we all new that Gage made it safely we did rock paper scissors to see who went next. Ian went and then I went and then my dad went. There were 4 lines, at first we were only going 60 miles per hour, by the time we were on the last one we got up to speeds of 90 miles per hour, the length of the lines was 3 miles. The wind on my face and body actually hurt and it was hard to breath at

As soon as I looked up, I felt sick, the structure and ride was so big. I didn’t know that I could do it, but I had to, I couldn’t chicken out in front my Dad. After all I already told him I would go. We walked into Space Mountain, there were lights everywhere we looked. I started to jump up and down, I started to get excited for once about a roller coaster, I felt so proud of myself, I would actually get a chance to ride a roller coaster again! I felt scared, and I also felt so happy and proud of myself at the same time. My Mom and brother chickened out on going, so I felt so alive, and mature to be riding such a big ride. I looked at the line, there were no people, we were early! “Come on Daddy, there are more people coming behind us!” Behind me and my dad, were a big group of people walking in, we wanted first in front of the, so I ran and dashed through the aisle, the lights lit up

I recall we lost one scrimmage but ended up beating that same team the next day in the tournament.We went to the final and we were so proud.I don't remember the score exactly but i think it was 3-2.They score their first two goals in the beginning of the first half,as we only scored 1 .W e not to happy about the score . Half time approached and the refs blew there whistle and we all go our drinks and took some time to breath after running for like 45 minutes.He give us a speech every game.Before,during, and after is when he tells us.We really got so motivated during the middle of the final.

My huge soccer tournament started when i was 11. It was my was my first tournament ever and i won. My was against friends were on the team. I almost gave up on the whole season because we almost obliterated. This is why should never give.

I have played soccer since Preschool, and while I don’t receive any MVP trophies, I can play fairly well. Soccer is who I am. Correction: soccer is who I was. Going into my junior year, I thought I would continue to play for my high school as I had my sophomore year. But , they said “they couldn’t find a spot for me on varsity.” My friends and family expected me to feel shattered, but I didn’t, not yet at least. I felt numb, not fully realizing what this meant. Not realizing that I wouldn’t spend the fall with the friends I trained all summer with, not realizing that I wouldn’t feel the pride for the great Oak Hills High everytime I put on my jersey, not realizing the embarrassment I would feel when people questioned why my name was absent from the roster. Putting on a brave front, even for myself, I told everyone I didn’t care; however, a few days later I realized all the cherished experiences I would miss and I sobbed. It’s challenging to hear that all of your hopes, dreams, and aspirations of the past twelve years, which at sixteen made up

Before freshman year, I was a very lazy person. I never cared about school or anything else in particular except for the sports I did. I have always had a passion for soccer. Ever since I was about 3, I’ve been playing the sport. Having such experience has given me a natural understanding of the game. I’d say im a very gifted individual when it comes to soccer. And all the running and conditioning I had done for soccer also prepared me for track. These sports all took dedication. But when high school came about, I didn't know what to expect.

The area where you wait in line is slightly under the roller coaster. So as we wait the roller coaster blow a strong wind every time it passed over us it was terrifying, they would try to calm me down but it wouldn’t work I was scared. Then it was our turn to go on the ride. As soon as they buckled me in I started to panic. I was like “ GET ME OFF OF THIS DEATH MACHINE, I WANT MY MOMMY” but it was too late. I heard a loud noise and new it was time. The roller coaster had everyone’s feet hanging they wanted you to feel like you were gonna fall. The ride started moving forwards then stopped. I opened my eyes and saw was staring at the sky I was on my back. Then it dropped backwards I was screaming my heart out it went in a loop and all I could think about was how I was going to die. My stomach was in my throat. Then we got to the top of the other tower, and now I was looking at the ground I heard my cousin screaming “ Thank you Jesus it’s over”, then someone shouted over her “ IT’S NOT OVER”. Then it dropped forward and at this point I was crying it went in a loop again. As all of this is going on I kept sliding back and forth on the seat it was like a near death experience. Then it stopped the horrific ride was over. I

This weekend i had a soccer tournament it was an it was hour and ten minutes away. And before i was getting ready for the game and when they started playing i was looking for and how the ball where it was going and i had this feeling and it was excitement and i am ready to go and zap. The first game was tied 1-1 and the other game we had tied 1-1. The two games where on saturday and the next one i am getting ready to talk about is the next day sunday but first in between though games two sorry and i had went to a bbq place it was ok the salad was ok they put a chopped chicken on it and it was good better than the salad and the peppermints i had were so good i had two of them.Also i got a really good snow cone and the flavors i got were banana

Have you ever played soccer? Well it’s a fairly easy yet a challenging sport. If you have ever played, you will know that it’s very hard. You can only use your feet and you can get penalized for using anything else. Also there are tons of people fighting against you to stop you from scoring. Soccer, in many ways, is like life because there is a “goal” that you need to put your ball into to win the game. My goals are divided into three different parts; short, midterm, and long term goals. My short term goals includes graduating in four years, while my midterm goal is to pass my LSAT and get into Law School. After law school, I plan to reach my long term goal of becoming a successful lawyer.

“One, two, three goals? Dang Eve, you’re getting pretty good at this.” Her father also known as her soccer coach said.

“PUSH THEM OUT!” I bellowed at the other people on defence as I charged the halfway line in the blazing heat. As the defensive captain it was my job to keep the defence in line and organised and just was generally in charge of them, only outruled by the coaches. I had just sprinted to stop an offensive attack from the other team and booted the ball up to the offence. I was giving this game 200% of my effort, even though this usually resulted in me coming close to passing out and being a wreck for the rest of the day, but this was the finals in the soccer tournament. It was also the day of my confirmation at church so I was already a bit exhausted. On Saturday we had won three of our games and tied one which was well enough to get us seeded first for the finals Sunday, but Sunday was here...

After watching a very intense soccer game between Germany and Argentina at the 2014 Fifa world cup finals, my interest in soccer aroused in tenth grade by a simple goal scored by a substitute Mario Götze for the German side. The goal declared Germany as the champions of the competition for the fourth time, becoming the first country to achieve that in the history of soccer.

After a while, we went on a huge rollercoaster. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my body. As the roller coaster made it to the top, I thought I was going to drown in my own sweat and tears. I started to panic and jump out of my seat but my dad told me to stop and sit down. When I made it to the top, I could see the whole Disneyland. For a second there was, the drop! All the tears and sweat in my body moved to the top of my head and I closed my eyes and let out the biggest scream. Bam, I couldn't hear anything over the high pitch noise of the bolts rattling behind us. I thought that I was just falling, falling, falling. After what felt like an eternity we finally made it down. I stepped out of my wet seat and almost hugged the ground. That was the scariest thing I have ever done, but felt I had to do that roller coaster again. Then, there was a young boy inviting us to a show as he