Soccer Playing Memories : My Favorite Memories Of Soccer

And don’t even get me started on this basketball season, that was the most fun I’ve ever had in my life. This school and community just feels like a big family. I feel like I’ve made the most out of my high school career, and knowing that I was able to do that, I’m inspired to get the same enjoyment out of the rest of my life. I wasn’t always this anxious for my future though. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to go to college a few years ago when my dad lost his

When I start getting into soccer it was when my niece tried out and made the Mt. Bridges Delko team. She loves the game and it is very anticipating watching her play. Each year she got better faster and stronger.

By sports I mean like playing a sport in a team or just really enjoying sports. I started playing soccer since I was 7 now i'm 15 and still play soccer. Soccer is not just my passion it's mostly everyone's passion. I feel like soccer is my Cultural identity because It something that I have been doing for a very long time and feel that it belongs in my culture. That's one of the reasons why i feel like that is

Soccer led to days sitting in the park talking about our futures, bike rides to the beach, and nights of mischief. Around the same time I started playing and watching basketball. I remember watching Kobe Bryant play in the 2009 NBA Finals against the Boston Celtics and thinking I want to try that move, hoist a trophy, have a crowd cheer for me. There has always been a sense of energy I got from playing in front of people which can be attributed to my competitiveness. Regardless, the only people that I cared about watching me were my parents. My father was always working and my mother also working among taking care of my younger sisters and I. That is until my championship game with the boys and girls club in 6th grade. I vividly remember my dad waving to me as we started the game and although we lost I was never happier. Basketball gave me a reason to smile. There were countless nights of trash talk and one on one games with people who were my rivals, rivals that are now my closest

I focused on training for soccer, it took over my life. I spent my summers working, spending time with my family, and playing soccer. I grew faster, stronger, and improved my defensive abilities, for the first time in my life I was in shape. After an undefeated regular season, the varsity team lost its starting lineup from my sophomore year. I knew that would I have to step up. I decided I was going to do anything I could to become a better soccer player, to benefit the team. I spent every spare moment working on my touch. The summer going into my sophomore year I committed to the soccer program, meaning I went down to the pitch every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday to play pickup with the alumni. That summer I went from being a short, pudgy kid, to actually kind of resembling an

Soccer is my favorite sport, no I don’t watch it on tv, nor do I have a favorite soccer team. So, it all started when I was eight years old I believe I told my mom that I didn’t want to do a certain thing anymore and that I wanted to play a sport a.k.a soccer. She of course told me sure. So she signed me up for soccer a couple of days later. I was so happy I was jumping up and down with excitement. Little did I know that I would love the sport. So, the day of the first soccer practice I was nervous I never done anything with the team and I had these questions running in my head like what if no one likes you here? Or what if you like the sport? Or what if you aren’t even good enough ? but I let these questions slide and I had learned how to play the sport. In that amount of time I thought no more like Challenged myself and said “ Cassie you can do this you are going to be apart of this team and you are going to be the best.” From then on I challenged myself, I practiced almost all the

As a child, I grew up playing softball and that 's it. My mom played softball, my cousins played softball. It’s just all I knew. When I reached the seventh grade at Gardner Dickinson (my elementary and middle school), my friends all played soccer and I reluctantly joined as well. Each year I had my ups and downs with soccer, but it grew to be a part of who I am and has taught me a lot of things. For example, to try new things, to work hard, to never give up, and to step up and be a leader.

At the age of ten I was the most energetic, go-lucky, confident girl. I excelled at my beloved sport, soccer. I had been playing since I was just a mere five years old, far longer than the other girls. Playing so long had helped me be at a higher level of skill than most of the other players on my team.

I think I speak for many people when I say high school is a critical point in one’s life. Coming into high school, things seemed to be tightly-knitted between my peers and I; those of us who had just

Everyone has that certain thing that makes them who they are. That certain thing for me is soccer. It’s my hobby, my biggest interest, and my passion. Soccer isn’t just a sport for me, it’s my life. It has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. I have played the intriguing game of soccer since I was four years old, and I have loved it ever since.

However, it is incontestable how eternally grateful I am for everything it has allowed me to gain. Throughout high school I have always heard how the time “passes in the blink of an eye” and to “enjoy it while it lasts,” the reality of this is that it is true. My senior year is bittersweet for me, but I will always associate these past four years with Basketball as a result of how immense of a role it played and the person who I have become. The friendships I have made I hope to keep for a lifetime and the memories which I will cherish forever, are

I just can’t believe there is only few more days of high school left. As the days are getting closer and closer, it's getting sad. I still remember the day I stepped into Maine East High School as a Freshman, at that time, all I wished for was to graduate from this school with good grades. High school was not the way I imagined, it is way different from what I thought and definitely different from Middle School. Freshman year was the “exploring/adventure” year, finding where each classes were, what activities/clubs were offered at this school and many more. Freshman year went quickly and then Sophomore year came up. Sophomore year was probably the least stressful year in high school but from Sophomore year my family and friends started asking me the scariest question “What are you doing after high school, which career?

One of my favorite soccer memories was two years ago at soccer tournament. My team was in the semifinals. And it was a rainy and cold day. We scored first and took the lead one to nothing in the first half but not too long after the other tea scored tying the game 1 to 1. In the second half we went back and forth but no scored. With about a minute left we got a corner. On of my teammate took the corner and I was in the back waiting for it so I kicked it in. After that the ref blew the whistle to end the game.

Entering high-school was a bitter sweet feeling for me. I found myself coming upon new adventures, meeting new people and seeing new aspects in life. Quickly, I started to re-evaluate my life. I thought to myself that maybe I shouldn’t just limit myself to football, although at the time that’s all that I knew. Even with me growing I began to doubt my decisions but I didn’t

It was 2016, and I was finally a senior in high school. Being a senior in high school was something that I had dreamed of since my early middle school days, and at last, I was there. It was the last year in one of my least favorite environments, and I couldn’t wait to graduate and move away from the only place I had ever known. I had lived in the same town for seventeen years, and I had gone to the same school with the same people for thirteen years. I was looking forward to something new in my life. I was most excited for my senior year because it was the year that I was going to choose where I wanted to move away to and what school I wanted to spend the next four years of my life at. As the year moved along, I slowly realized that I wasn’t moving away and that I’d be staying home to attend college, which was one of the most difficult decisions that I ever had to make.