Imagine running down field, ball in hand, crowd cheering, sweat pouring down you face, your legs burning from running so hard, and feeling your blood pumping through your body. Then it’s done you’ve reached where you wanted to go the end zone. That’s why I want to play football. I’m a girl and I have been wanting to play football for the past 2-3 years. Over these years I have learned that giving up isn’t an option and it never will be.
It all started three years ago, I was 9 years old. My brothers had just started playing football. It was so exciting to watch all the action packed plays. I always felt like I was apart of it all. Every time before the games I would get so excited and I was always cheering. I could sometimes feel my heart beating in my chest while I was watching the games. I told my mom that I wanted to play football, and she thought I was crazy. She still said yes for me to play. So one day we went to go ask the coaches if I could play …show more content…
So I asked my mom if we could ask the coaches again and she said sure but don’t get upset if they say no. So before school started we asked the coaches if I could play, and they still said no. This was it I’m not getting down on myself. I started working out and practicing 24/7. My family thought I was crazy, but little did they know how much I loved this sport. People especially boys started making mean comments like,
“Really you’re going to play football?” and “But you’re a girl!” After all the stuff that was going on I started getting down on myself and thought I would never be able to play. Everyone always asked what was wrong and I always said nothing was wrong and moved on. Then one of my best friends started helping me and encouraging me to still play and not worry about what other people say about me playing football. I became happier after all the things he helped me out with. I decided I’m still going play and that I need to practice even more
It all started three years ago, I was 9 years old. My brothers had just started playing football. It was so exciting to watch all the action packed plays. I always felt like I was apart of it all. Every time before the games I would get so excited and I was always cheering. I could sometimes feel my heart beating in my chest while I was watching the games. I told my mom that I wanted to play football, and she thought I was crazy. She still said yes for me to play. So one day we went to go ask the coaches if I could play …show more content…
So I asked my mom if we could ask the coaches again and she said sure but don’t get upset if they say no. So before school started we asked the coaches if I could play, and they still said no. This was it I’m not getting down on myself. I started working out and practicing 24/7. My family thought I was crazy, but little did they know how much I loved this sport. People especially boys started making mean comments like,
“Really you’re going to play football?” and “But you’re a girl!” After all the stuff that was going on I started getting down on myself and thought I would never be able to play. Everyone always asked what was wrong and I always said nothing was wrong and moved on. Then one of my best friends started helping me and encouraging me to still play and not worry about what other people say about me playing football. I became happier after all the things he helped me out with. I decided I’m still going play and that I need to practice even more