From the moment I took my first shot at the goal and shot it into the back of the net, I knew I’d always chase that feeling of euphoria. Sure, I played in the neighborhood to pass the time, but it was that first official goal that had me hooked. Sixth grade was when I began learning the technique, skill, and discipline that is required to become the next Ronaldo— or so we all hoped. Fast forward to today, I am on a traveling soccer as a midfielder. Admittedly, in the beginning it was a shock to have to step up to a new level of competition, but I quickly learned that to keep up, I had to be dedicated and dependable. Not attending one game would mean throwing off the fluidity of the team. It is knowing that my team needs me which evokes
