What Is The Love 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

I have not and will never forget those series of events. This time hurt me but also helped build upon my character. It was my freshman year of high school. I had decided to play soccer, which was not a hard decision for me since I had played travel soccer pretty much my whole life. Also my brother was in high school at the time and played for the boys soccer team, and had my dad as his coach. He loved it and was having a great experience playing high school soccer so of course I like to follow in my brother’s footsteps. I was very nervous at first. There were over eleven seniors on the team, and they were pretty intimidating to me. During the summer, I played with the varsity often and enjoyed it. As I kept playing with them and performing well, my nerves lessened. Finally when the actual season rolled around, I was put on full varsity. All my hard work had paid off. I was one of the two freshman put on varsity. I was ecstatic. I was actually very lucky at getting put on varsity because at this point in my life I played purely out of natural talent. I was never one to put in extra work outside of practice and be disciplined in the way I lived my life. I never really strived to be the best I could be. Making varsity made me somewhat of a threat for the older girls. Some were happy for me, others did not like the thought of a freshman on varsity. These girls were hard coore they were bound and determined to make it to state that year. They were not going to accept anything less than amazing. This put an incredible amount of pressure on us younger girls. I remember going to every practice nervous that I was going to mess up and they get mad at me. I never really felt at ease with them. In the first few games I got good playing time. I was doing really well. I was finally getting comfortable out there on the field, but that was not the direction God was taking me and with one swift kick of the soccer

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.

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 had never played on a team, but that didn't matter. I learned quickly, and became a fan even faster. Arguably the European blood in my veins. During my years of high school soccer, I would learn to be a team player, and a leader. I felt the joy of winning, and the disappointment that comes with losing. I learned to adapt to others style of play, and was able to incorporate my own into the team. I learned that truly, small parts make a whole. I love soccer, and to this day still do. Little did I know my passion for soccer would perfectly complement my Spanish speaking ability.

I have been playing soccer since the inexperienced age of three years. As a little kid, I was number one on my team. I would score an unbelievable amount of six goals a game! As of today, I am not the greatest on my team, but I still love to play. Because soccer is my passion, breaking my ankle was so challenging for me. I had to bypass doing what I enjoy most.

I began playing soccer at the age of five years old when I moved to North Carolina. I joined my first team the same year I started kindergarten and I have not stopped playing the beautiful game since that day. Soccer has always played an important role in my life by shaping my social life and my personality.

The team was divided into two small groups. It all started when two girls were on rival teams. They would try to spread rumors, leave people out of the conversation, and pretend the person wasn’t even there, sorta like they were invisible. Some people would have sleepovers with only three people and some would invite everyone except for three people on the team. It was all because of two girls who were causing drama and gossiping. They were the reason we were losing all the time. It was not because we were bad it was because we were not an actual team. Everyone would be mad at each other and not pass the ball to anyone or just not even try to make someone mad. One day the coach emailed my mom and asked if we would be willing to leave the team and switch to a new team called Arizona Power. My mom had gave me some subtle but noticeable hints by asking “Would you switch teams?”, “Do you want to try out for this team?” or “Would it be okay if you switched to a different

Over all my athletic experiences, the first one I ever experienced and remembered was when I was 6. I went to the park with my family. It was a tradition that on a certain day of the year our entire family goes to the park. I never saw a soccer ball before that day. When my uncle and aunt came and saw us I noticed the ball in his bag. I later asked him what it was with the best English I could. He told me it was called a soccer ball. He showed me how to play with it. Then my dad, uncle, and I all went to a flat grassy area and started to play pass. I remember how hard it was to kick the ball. I struggled in the beginning then later, I started aiming and kicking the ball better than both of them. They were impressed by how good I was. After

When I was 7 years old I started playing soccer. I played soccer for 3 years before finishing up and retiring the sport. During this time I learn a lot, and gained a lot of confidence for sports in the future. During the time I played soccer there were many factors affecting my participation of the sport.

I felt happy when my parents signed me up for soccer the year we moved to Tennessee. I had never really played Soccer before then, so I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Never would I have guessed that that first year of youth league soccer would lead to the best 6 years of my life.

I began playing soccer at age four, starting at a recreational level. When I was nine, I started playing on a competitive soccer team, which was a huge step up from the recreational level. We played soccer three to four times a week, practicing, conditioning, and playing in games. Over the years I played on three different competitive teams with a variety of different coaches. Each coach had a different style of coaching and a different personality. Over the years I was able to develop and improve as a player.

Although I never saw myself being one of those girls that are head over heels for a sport, I fell in love with soccer my sophomore year. Since I started soccer so late in my school career it gave me a reason to try my hardest to be the best I could. I wanted to be as good as the girls that have played their whole life. Soccer soon became a big part of my life, and because of this I spent hours after school either out on the field or running the perimeter of the school with my teammates, and that tradition

I once felt identified and passionate for what I thought I would do for the rest of my life. Ever since I was 5 years old, I loved the sport of soccer. It was amazing the amount of time I put in to it. In my young mind, I was going to become a professional soccer player and I was going to do everything I could to accomplish that dream.

As a high school student I am not worried about the things that I should be worried about instead I take them for granted or focus on the little things. I’ve been playing soccer all my life and it will always be a part of me. Before highschool, I was playing on a club team that would practice twice a week and play a game on saturday, but since highschool, soccer has become a daily thing. Soccer is really important to me, but it should not be my main priority unless, I am so good I play for a national team, which I don’t...not even close. For spending this much time on this sport, it