Hilarion Bongmoyong
Kathy Kvinge Christopher
English 1101-20730
24 September 2017
Homegrown Talent Growing up as a little kid, my father was searching for the talents and potentials I have, things that I would like doing and excel in life the most. One day at the middle of the night, I jumped out from bed because I had a dream about a tennis ball that was played by someone, and it was just heading towards my face to hit me, and I woke up having a passion for sports, and when I told my dad, he took me to a public library and showed me the section that had books of every sport I can imagine exists in the world. One Saturday morning I woke up and although my room was full of different sporting gear and equipments such as tennis racket,
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This was a strategy that I was using in practicing to better my on serve in the tennis court because the higher one tosses the ball in the air, the better the serve will be. The next thing my dad came up with was a tennis diet for me. Most athletes have several other restricted diets that they abide by, and they correlate with their body mechanism during exercise. My father came up with a breakfast, lunch and dinner diet for me. I ate lots of protein, mixed vegetable, some starchy food and little carbohydrates. My dad made sure I maintained a balanced diet and he made me drank a lot of green tea to digest the food easily and for more energy. My dad made it clear to me that tennis was a mental, physical, psychological and skilled based sport. For one to be a better tennis player, one must train. My father then signed a contract to construct a tennis court at the backyard of our compound. This construction was going to take a month to complete which made me start preparing myself mentally for it and getting a better ball control. In the meantime, my dad decided to take me to a tennis training camp for me to gain the knowledge and skills that tennis has to offer to me. I threw on my tennis top gear, and scrambled down the stairs as fast as I could to get ready and get there fast because I could not wait to have such an
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When it comes to my passion most don’t understand it the way I do. For the past three years my passion has been lacrosse. Since I was a freshman at Sandalwood High School my interests for the sport have grown and my devotion and commitment have reached new limits. Most people don’t understand lacrosse, they just know that it is a sport “with sticks and stuff”, and while I don’t take offense to ignorance; sharing my passion with others is never a burden. Lacrosse is one of the biggest parts of my life as of now and I believe it will continue to be for many years to come, but there’s more to the sport than most people know. Lacrosse has a history behind it older than any other sport in America, as well as the fact that as of now,
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I’ve always been an outsider, it’s been hard for me to build friendships and relationships. Not too long ago, there I sat in the corner of the room in the way back, trying to hide from the world, and be myself. I didn’t really want to get involved with anything or anyone. I was afraid to open up, talk to others, maybe because I was afraid to get rejected. Until, I met the best people I could ever meet, my best friends Marisa Mendoza, Jessica Contreras and Deseray Reyes, the ones who up to this day have sticked by my side, at my best, and worst moments. They have all been a big part of my life, I can enjoy every minute I spend with them. For me, they aren’t only my friends they are like my sisters.
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That is, until I was nine and fainted at the sight of my own blood when I cut my finger.