Personal Narrative: Moving From My Family

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.

Football wasn’t just a sport for me. It shaped my life in a lot of different ways it helped me become the person I am today. I started playing football when I was twelve years old when I started play it became the best sport ever. I started learning how to do a lot of different stuff on the football field. Football allowed me to take my anger out on the field.

One thing I have a strong passion for in life is sports. My favorite one was volleyball. It taught me a lot about life and myself. My sophomore year I made varsity, but was upset when I sat the bench more than I played. However, I still pushed myself every practice and never gave up hope. This payed off because the next season I was a starter and a team captain. Being a student athlete has been an incremental part of who I have become in the future. I did not realize it at the time, but my participation in sports has affected my life in more ways than I thought. Consequently, sports have had a major influence on the career path I have chosen, and have also been a significant part of bringing my family together.

dangers of American football and saw rugby as a safer alternative to football, despite the few

Participating in sports has taught me to be responsible for my own actions. Whenever I fail I move on and keep on trying. I’ve struggled but in the end I overcame most of the obstacles I faced.( I learn from my my mistakes )Flag football has taught me to become a leader, however, track and field taught me

I have always loved sports ever since I was a little kid. Some of my earliest memories are of playing soccer with my friends on a wet, cold spring day or hitting a ball off of a tee and feeling like it went a mile, when in reality it only went about fifty feet. Even to this day I still can never get enough of sports. I get about four weeks off out of the entire year where I’m not technically in a sport, but I’m still always practicing and trying to get better because that’s the only way I know. I love everything about sports: the friendships, the competition, the passion, the atmosphere, the unity. Sports are one of my true loves and they consume my life. It is this strong desire that I have for sports that has driven me to want to pursue a

People often hear or maybe seen on the news of houses being broken into. We do our best to protect ourselves and our families from the unenviable happening. We have locks, we purchase alarm systems and other forms of defense to keep strangers out and our possessions in. When I woke up on Tuesday, April 6th, 2011, I never imagined someone would come inside of my home and ramble through my things and take from me whatever they wanted. If I could have seen into the future, I would attempt to change the minds of the guys who broke into my apartment.

I started my love of sports when I was very young. At three years old, I played flag football for a local youth league. I was not shy and withdrawn like the other kids. I was outgoing and energetic. I don’t know if the other kids were embarrassed to play or they just didn’t understand the game, but the ball always came to me. I loved the attention from stealing a flag and scoring a touchdown. After flag football, I played every sport in every season—soccer, basketball, football, volleyball, and baseball. Every sport was the same—the ball always came to me. I was not necessarily an aggressive player, but I was athletic and demanded a lot of play time because I knew I could get

In the life of sports, it is often said that one doesn’t choose the game, but that the game chooses the person. When it comes to athletic talent, I don’t believe God blessed me with it, at least, not naturally. But, ever since I was young, the gifts with which I have been blessed are determination and drive – to accomplish whatever I set out to accomplish. And, while football didn’t choose me, I chose it.

The choice to engage in athletics is influenced by many different factors. It is well accepted that parents, siblings, peers, teachers, and coaches all play a role in influencing the start, continuation, and discontinuation during adolescent (Fredricks & Eccles, 2004). The influences of these individuals can range from simple encouraging and continued participation by taking children to sporting events to teaching values and norms associated with sport participation and physical activity (Fredricks & Eccles, 2004). Mothers and fathers are also the ones that generally seek out opportunities, provide equipment and financial support. Researchers consistently identify parents as the initiating sport socialization agents for children (Brustad & Partridge, 2001). As children continue their participation in sports, parents serve as models for observational learning, provide experiences, encourage participation in a variety of ways, and help to interpret experiences for their children

I had never been one for sports in the past, – save for the odd track and field event in secondary school – so I had to learn the rules pretty quickly. I would stand in the muddy field, watching more experienced players tackling each other and passing the ball with finesse and great technique. I would hear them shouting “Blindside, ruck, maul!” I was clueless about what any of that meant. I was intimidated and worried – firstly about breaking bones and hurting myself, secondly about getting my clothes muddy and breaking my much beloved nails. When I look at myself now, I see someone different. The transition I’ve made hasn’t been exceedingly awe inspiring. I’m not a big, brawny girl who walks around and owns every room she enters. However I am a stronger, more confident, sociable version of myself. I can also down a pint in better time, with no spillage. Rugby has helped me to develop

From the age of eight years old I loved to play football. I looked up to those who had

My family is all about sports and have supported me more than I could imagine. My biggest inspiration is my uncle, he set school records in high school and competed in college, and I am hoping to get a scholarship to run track or cross country in college, just like he did, and maybe run professionally. I look up to him because I see how dedicated he was and he is the perfect representation of succeeding in the talent he loves because of committing himself and time to

I would not be who I am today without the loving and supportive parents always standing behind me. I have been extremely privileged to have the opportunities to play competitively for 11 years. Over the years, I’ve been taught by professional coaches to assure that I am pushed father than my own perceived

Playing Rugby compilation of experiences, I utilized my natural abilities which is why I just relish training. For instance you are adept in running, and because I was always into me. Running I appreciated that was probably due to my inability less adeptness that I had because everyone was so, sizably huge and I was so minute, skinny and yeah so I got proficiently adept at wing and lock. I learnt how to Tackle you know people bigger than me and Run faster. I really got into enjoying that aspect you know people saying oh you’re so fast or you're good at tackling you know. He’s pretty okay and that is why I kept it Up I really enjoyed it; I learnt a lot, I learned. Different positions I learnt how to play the Game and then there was a lot of difference.