Personal Narrative: Playing Sports In A Young Elementary School

For a long time I had no fear in taking action. This changed quickly when my parents forced a young elementary school version of myself to begin playing sports in an attempt to expand my horizons. I was only in the first grade when my parents decided I would play soccer. There wasn’t even any particular reason for my parents choosing soccer over any other sport. After the generic tedious paperwork and payments all the kids got their picture taken and were assigned to a team. After some time my team and I began brainstorming names we could use. From my memory we ended up going by The Golden Lions or something similar to that. It was very powerful and bold for a bunch of first graders. I was thrusted into the world of weekly practice and constant coaching. Sometimes an adult would reach down to pick up the ball and say “You need to work on your form.” or, “You aren’t throwing the ball hard enough.” I was scared to think of the expectations set before me. Eventually we would get into actual games. These games were held on Saturday mornings, so unfortunately I had to give up my morning cartoons. At the very least I got after game snacks and juice. Game after game I would play, and honestly I can’t remember anything except chasing after the …show more content…
As the season ended we all said our farewells as a team. My subtotal number of goals I made that season was zero. We had the traditional sports pizza dinner, at a local pizza joint, where the coach would hand out everyone 's participation trophies. These trophies represented the hard work and effort put towards our goal of playing soccer to our fullest abilities. To this day I have no idea whatsoever as to where my trophy may be; I barely remember getting one in the first place. My fears fell to the back of mind until a year later when I would start up