I smell sweet, freshly cut grass. I feel a cool morning breeze on my face. I feel the grass crush beneath my cleats. I hear whistles blowing in the distance. I see the figures of my teammates in the distance. These are the things I have known for a lifetime. I have felt, again and again, the sensation of soccer.
It all started when I was a pigtailed, chubby little girl who fell in love with a sport because it made me feel powerful and important and capable. I was empowered through my passion for this sport. It gave me something to do, something to focus on. It gave me a purpose. I always wanted to play in the world cup when I got older, and at this time I felt that nothing could ever stop me from getting there.
I dedicated 13 years of my life to this game. Every day after school, I would practice for at least 4 hours, then I would go home, do homework, sleep, and repeat. I did not mind though, because I loved soccer so much and there was nothing else I would rather be doing.
As I began to go through the trials and tribulations of high school, I began to realize that the amount of …show more content…
Even now, when I walk past a turf field on a hot day, I am reminded of the hours spent practicing in the summer, and think about how I could have been spending time with my friends, or doing anything else besides 100 yard sprints in 100 degree weather. But, every time I feel that pang of bitterness, I tell myself to stop and realize that there is no need to feel upset about the way things played out. Feeling mad or sad about something that is over now is a much bigger waste of time than playing soccer ever was. Instead, I choose to remember the good memories. All the positive things I gained from soccer. Without soccer, I would not have met some of my good friends, gone to some of the places I have gone, and I would not have had these experiences for
It all started when I was a pigtailed, chubby little girl who fell in love with a sport because it made me feel powerful and important and capable. I was empowered through my passion for this sport. It gave me something to do, something to focus on. It gave me a purpose. I always wanted to play in the world cup when I got older, and at this time I felt that nothing could ever stop me from getting there.
I dedicated 13 years of my life to this game. Every day after school, I would practice for at least 4 hours, then I would go home, do homework, sleep, and repeat. I did not mind though, because I loved soccer so much and there was nothing else I would rather be doing.
As I began to go through the trials and tribulations of high school, I began to realize that the amount of …show more content…
Even now, when I walk past a turf field on a hot day, I am reminded of the hours spent practicing in the summer, and think about how I could have been spending time with my friends, or doing anything else besides 100 yard sprints in 100 degree weather. But, every time I feel that pang of bitterness, I tell myself to stop and realize that there is no need to feel upset about the way things played out. Feeling mad or sad about something that is over now is a much bigger waste of time than playing soccer ever was. Instead, I choose to remember the good memories. All the positive things I gained from soccer. Without soccer, I would not have met some of my good friends, gone to some of the places I have gone, and I would not have had these experiences for