In middle school I had the opportunity presented to me to play club volleyball. There would be lots of practices and it would be very time consuming but the part that my parents didn’t like was the fact that the tournaments would be Sunday morning over church hours. I wouldn’t be able to go to church for almost 5 months in a row. My parents didn’t like this, so they told me that I wasn’t able to participate. I whined and complained for weeks hoping to change their mind but nothing could. Every time I would beg and plead for them to change their mind my dad would always respond, "Megan, we need to be faithful and put God first." So I stopped complaining. Years later I look back and see now that my parents weren’t trying to keep me from having
