The Greatest Moments Of My Life

Well I finally discover the true love and passion I have for soccer two years later when I was 8 years old. My parents finally decided to put me in a team called “Princess” I would go to every practice and always tried to get my parents in the car at time so we would never be late to games. I played defence and scraped my knees sometimes trying to get the ball out of our side. But I never knew what I was actually capable of until my coach had a job and had to leave coaching for a while and one my teammates parent decided to step in. I was so use to playing defence but he wanted to make things different and he believe I would do even better at forward. The next game I played forward score every single goal winning the game I never understood why people seem so happy to score until that day. Seeing the ball slowly roll in the back of the net and every single parents and kids raise from their seats and start clapping nonstop and screaming my name has been the most amazing feeling I have felt in my

From the day I discovered you could play college soccer it has been my biggest goal in life so far. I've worked hard day in and day out to make this goal a reality. I knew I wanted to play college soccer because I can't imagine my life without it. I will be playing college soccer at Vanderbilt University and it is truly a blessing to say my hard work is paying off. The beautiful sport has challenged me in so many ways from the constant games, the long practices, and the amount of time needed to be put in for me to be the best I can be. Without these challenges I wouldn't know how great the true feeling of victory feels, and I wouldn't know how to get back up and work hard after falling down. I am so blessed to have had these challenges because with God at my side I've been able to push through them and only become a stronger person who is ready to continue to work hard in the next level of college

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.

When I was about 7 I found out that I was adopted. When I found out I was on the playground and my classmates was teasing me about it. I never told my parents because I figured the little kids were lying. One day my family and I were doing some spring cleaning and I found my adoption papers. At that point I started to question my God because I could not understand why my real mommy and daddy did not want me. I cried myself to sleep each and every night. As a little girl I often wondered what I did to deserve to be given up. I questioned why all the other kids got to grow up with their real family and I did not.

I was getting of the bus at Pike High School to start my high school soccer career. I remember being extremely excited and happy to finally get the season started. The team stepped off the bus and formed two lines to walk to the fields to warm up. I began my warm up feeling fresh. I got plenty of sleep the night before and I was not too nervous.

At first I had no idea why I hadn’t seen my dad in days and why I would have to take a long trip to Washington. After sometime my grandparents sat me down and informed me that my dad did something wrong and was going to jail. They also gave me the life-changing news that I was going to move in with them permanently and they were going to adopt me. After being adopted by my grandparents and taken from my father and home

I remember when I was little thinking how awesome it would be to play football and I looked up to the people older than me like in middle school or high school when I was in elementary thinking that someday I would be in that same situation.

That night my parents informed me that I liked playing soccer so much that I asked the CIA h to have practice two times a week and they did it. After a couple weeks I keep moving up in age groups and loved playing soccer. It's was at the moment when I was 8 and I had to make a decision of playing baseball or soccer and don't get me wrong it was the hardest decision I had ever made in my life because I loved to play both. The sport I picked was soccer caused I just loved the thrill and the feeling of scoring a goal almost all the

When I was about 13 I started playing soccer and I continued playing until well into my 30's. I started in AYSO, like most kids, and then played all four years of high school. After High School I continued to play on club teams, in indoor soccer leagues and friendly pick up games. I stopped playing

At age 9, my mom registered me in a local soccer academy where young kids were trained and nurtured in the sport. I was really excited because I believed it was the start of an illustrious soccer career. Playing as a center forward, I enjoyed each and every minute on the pitch and also the atmosphere. My family would always come to watch me play and cheer for me. That buoyed me and gave me a lot of confidence as I kept thinking that one day, they would have to sit on the couch in front of the television watching me playing professional soccer. At age 12, I was privileged to meet one of the Nigerian national soccer team player Kanu Nwankwo. He was known worldwide and most of his teammates saw him as a role model. On the day he visited our academy, he talked to us on many issues mostly on being focused and working towards making our dreams become reality. He also talked about a heart foundation program he was running and how it is helping

I grew up with a love towards sports. Sure I started off in ballet and gymnastics but one day my best friend told me I should play soccer with her. So of course I begged my mom to let me do another sport. Little did I know soccer would have such a big impact on my life. I started off with playing recreational league soccer. My first coach, was my softball coach, and he decided I would be a perfect forward. As the years went on and I got a different coach my position changed. I went from a forward to a midfielder then finally a defender.

Constant running and never ending judgement from those around me. Yet, this did not make me stop. I challenged my teammates and coaches belief that I could not play and quickly became one of the most used players on the team. I nearly made the varsity team and started several games on Junior Varsity. I played amongst those who doubted me and became one of them. I became a soccer player, I learned to lead those around me, adapt to an environment I had yet to encounter, and how to change people’s opinion about me. It was the proudest moment of my adolescent life when the coach said an amazing heartfelt speech about how I would challenge both him and myself everyday at practice because I wanted to prove to those surrounding me I deserved to be playing on the pitch amongst them. The decision I made to go out for a sport I had never played my junior year of high school is by far the turning point of my life, I truly believe it changed me and gave me another dimension to my complex personality. I gave me an experience unlike that of any other person because I am not a natural athlete, I am just a child who has been doubted but has destroyed that doubt over and over

It all began back when I was three years old at my first season of recreational soccer. The YMCA was where the love and passion for soccer started. I later moved to the big leagues of Big Sun recreational soccer to me it was like the professional league. I met the best coach ever, Coach Judd Davis. He inspired me to be the bomb.com player and introduced me to competitive soccer. So that next year I played on a U12 team as a fourth grader. When I made this team it was at that moment my dream to play professionally was born. I worked harder than anyone on my team and tried to soak up as much knowledge about the game there was told to me. My parents helped me along the way by continuously encouraging me throughout difficult times. So I thought I was ready to take on harder challenges.

In 8th grade, I was selected to play on the varsity soccer team. We didn’t have the best team, and back then, I thought I was the best player on the team since I have been playing all my life. I tried winning games by myself by not passing the ball very often. Several of the people on the team, have never played soccer before. We only won three games and didn’t make the tournament. I thought the whole entire Summer on how we could win the championship. I wanted to win more than anything because I’ve been playing for 10 years and I’ve never won a championship. The next season came, and I was more ready than ever. I worked so hard and made sure all my teammates got involved because I started to notice that the team as a whole was playing better.

The amount of hours spent zealously training, the amount of miles traveled across the country, the amount of times I have kicked the hexagon panels physically cannot be counted. My soccer career all started when I was a little mite running chaotically around with after game snacks on my mind. At first it was all fun and games, but as I aged, increased into a sport that would not only take me across the country to play the toughest teams but also to an athlete's agony.