Growing up in a house with all boys in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania, I was taught to be tough and injuries were very common but easily shaken off. When it came to sports, I would put all my time and effort into one thing: soccer. Soccer was always a true passion of mine; as a matter of fact, it was more of a lifestyle than just a sport. I would spend weekends traveling around my local area playing the game I loved with people I enjoyed being with. My teammates became like my second family after countless seasons and we did almost everything together off the soccer field. The idea of putting on my jersey and lacing up my cleats was a moment I would not trade for the world and something I would never take for granted.
On a warm August day in 2009, I began a new
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I was excited for a new beginning in my career, maybe to prepare me for high school in the upcoming years. The idea of beating boys in soccer got me excited, my blood pumping harder through my veins and put an extra spring in my step. It was the first practice of our middle school season, where my life would be turned upside down. I ran down the field as normal, going for another shot on goal, but out of nowhere one of boys came from behind and completely took out my knee, causing me to collapse in pain. Lying down on the field, my sanctuary, the place I saw as home was probably the most grueling time of my life. Injuries were common in my life, but this injury was unlike any other. I could not get up off the field and felt as if there was nothing left in my knee, and every time I tried to get up, I fell right back down. I never sat out a practice until that night and figured one day would be enough. One night was clearly not enough, I was never able to catch back up to my full speed, or be able to cut around the field, which resulted in moving positions from forward, to defense to cut back on the running. I thought this would a temporary position, but I played every game in
There comes a time when you have to grow up or are forced to. You learn from past experiences and base your recent scenarios from it. Since the age of five, soccer has been part of my life. From having practice twice a week, to having practice every day of the week not including games. I felt like soccer was my pathway to success. I felt like I could do big things from it and I had all the confidence in the world but never would show it when others asked me if I was good. I’m the shy quiet girl that shows you what I’m capable of without saying a single word.
Soccer is a game where nothing is predictable. Soccer is a game that’s been around since the eighteenth century and has a different effect on many athletes’ lives, including mine. My sophomore year of high school is over and I was finally over with a long season of high school soccer. Returning to my team of five years I was excited to go back and am comfortable with. Right as I approached my team I saw an unfamiliar face and instantly got intimidated. Trying my hardest to avoid him it seemed as if every time I looked over he was examining my every move. Of course that day of practice was a series of conditioning test to see if we were really doing our fitness assignments over the break. The drills consisted of a pattern of sprint got dragged out all along to eighty yard
I have played soccer continuously from age 3 to 18. Four years ago, I tore my right ACL. I endured surgery and 6 months of physical therapy, then almost 2 years later to the day, I was told the same fate again. I had torn the ACL in my left knee this time. Why did this awful injury have to strike me twice? Once again, I endured the months of rehabilitation and soon returned to the field. Having to go through this twice as a teen taught me that perseverance and determination will help you achieve what you want in life. Even though I spent almost 2 years away from the field, I still made every effort to be there for my teammates. Some days I didn’t want to get out of bed because of the pain, I didn’t want to go to therapy, and I wanted to quit.
There has been many important events that have occurred since I have been born but there is one in particular that has sparked a light in me that has changed the way i have looked at things. It happened when I was playing with the Sacramento FC and everything was going well until the middle of the season. When we got to the middle of the season things started to look shady. I wasn't getting playing time and that really opened my eyes to reality. Soccer was not the only thing that I needed to do in order to have a good life. I needed to start focusing on my dreams and different routes to success other then just soccer. It really showed what I need to do in order to survive in the real world. If it was not for my family's support through this
Growing up, sports never seemed to be my expertise. Dancing my youth away, I never imagined to show passion for such an intrusive contact sport. My friends continued to nag at me saying “You have to try out for the soccer team.” My first year of middle school I stepped out onto the field. Occasionally forgetting to breathe,I focused right on the ball. I started to think to myself that I could get used to this. I mean how bad could it be? What I didn’t realize was I did not have much soccer skills under my belt, but making the team already was an accomplishment. I respected the captains when they talked, and I tried, day after day, to pick up the skills they possessed.
Growing up I had focused on competitive soccer. Soccer challenged me both physically and mentally and I learned to love these demands on the field. These challenges helped me foster a self-confidence in myself when it came to athletics. When I fractured my tibia playing against my rival high school, sending my knee cap into my thigh, I was faced with a new test. The sport that I loved was taken away from me for an extended period of time and it took away part of my identity. Who was I without soccer?
I learned to love soccer at young age because of the thrill that it came with and the future I saw myself. Soccer was my way out of stress and all my problems, it has help me escape when I need it the most. All my life my goal was to play professional and to have a job that I love to do but to also support and spoil my family in anyway needed no matter the price. My goal still carries on till this day but after the accident that I had at a tournament that sent me to the hospital I have been nervous ever since. If it's one thing my mother taught me it's to never give up so that accident won't stop me from accomplishing my
As said by head coach Nick Saban, “When you invest your time, you make a goal and a decision of something that you want to accomplish. Whether it's making good grades in school, be a good athlete, be a good person…”. Everyone in their lives has an event that either changes them in a positive or negative way. The event that changed my life drastically, was playing football.
In the past I had often been asked to describe something important in my life, the usual answer was family and friends. This all changed my Sophomore year of high school, when I joined the football team. I had always wanted to play football but for never did. I was convinced by a few friends to join the team. The first couple months of lifting were some of the most challenging things I had ever experienced in my life up until that point.
Cornelius Pitts Jr. Narrative Essay There was a moment in my life that where I saw things and I thought about it for a moment because I started wondering what if I can do these things because I always told myself that I want to big great in life , I told my mother that I want her to see me on the big screen and doing big things and not just for me , it is for my family because the type of person I am , I do not want to see my family broken down and poor. This all changed when I started high school , I made a certain decision to play football for my high school and do track and field , I told my mom “I don’t wanna go to college just for academics , I want to go for sports also.” Me playing football changed a lot , the concept of football was how will it change me due to factor of this main question “Am I
Growing up in a small town, where there wasn't a whole lot of activities to do, when you did find something to do, you stuck with it. When I was around five years ago, my parents signed me up for soccer. I didn't know anything about soccer, but my dad was the coach and taught me almost everything I know. He coached me until I started playing for the middle school team and had a different coach. I was nervous but dad never missed a game. Another new coach when I went into high school, but still, dad was always there.
I started playing soccer when I was in first grade, I spent all my time after school playing soccer with my siblings. I played for four different teams, the first team I played for was the East Pennsboro rec team. This team was a really low level team but we still played really well. The second team I played for was called Fusion F.C. which was a pretty bad team because we didn’t communicate while we played on the field. The third team I played for was also a Fusion team but it was a higher level team. The last team I played on before I quit was HMMS. I stopped playing after this team because they were all rude and never communicated with one another. So I stopped playing soccer and decided to try something new.
Last fall, I participated in a four-week program called TOPS soccer where I taught special needs children in my community how to play the sport I love. As I look back on the experience, I realize that it has completely changed my outlook on life and really opened up my eyes. I hope to share the valuable life lessons I learned through this experience with others.
I enjoy playing the game of soccer. This "get away" allows myself to calm down and get caught up in the complex strategy of the simple task. On the pitch, I feel like a leader; as if people listen to me. I believe I can change the morality of my teammates with merely my body language. I enjoy the thrill of problem solving situations as if it is instinct. The freedom I feel playing the game gives me a break from my stressful life. To be able to forget about school and society for a few hours and practice soccer makes me who I am. With the opportunity I was given in this life it only seems just to give back. This game has changed me for the better and I feel it is truly something special to be able to share this game with children in a poor state.
Soccer is an awesome sport that most people love to play! But soccer involves lots of skills you need to know. Especially the scissor, the scissor helps you get around the other team and their defenders. Some people have a lot of trouble doing the scissor and need to learn it so their comfortable doing this skill. Before learning how to do a scissor some equipment will be needed. Soccer cleats to help yourself grip to the ground, possibly shin guards, socks to cover your shin guards, and a blown up soccer ball, make sure it’s your size!