When I was younger I was an avid athlete, attempting various sports coupled with learning life lessons that I would never understand. I was an active, eager child ready to take on the world, trying to prove I was invincible. My life revolved around providing good report cards for my parents and waiting patiently for my father to come home from work so we could go to practice together. Unfortunately, most of the lessons and morals I came in contact with would never affect me, for I was not old enough to understand how cruel the world was. Today, I am old enough.
Sports stuck with me for a long time. Although, I played my three sports at an average level, I was secretly anticipating my basketball season the most. Basketball was something I always looked forward to ever since I began playing in fifth grade. Excited 14 year old me attended practices, games, scrimmages, even team bonding sessions, but could never figure out why I was treated as badly as I was. Until my final two years, I never really thought much of it, believing I was not very good at basketball and thats all it came down to.
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I was old enough to understand why, when and how things happened but I could never recall a particular moment or memory of an event that made her change the way she treated me, she just hid it very well from others. Many small occurrences leaded up to the point that broke me the most. I was excluded from group messages, I was never praised when I did something well at practice. Things became more obvious to me then. When I subbed in, she subbed me out. If I had a good day at practice, she told me it was not enough. Told me that I would never be enough. That I was useless. Called me insensitive towards other players. She made my stressed out 16 year old self who doesn’t enjoy showing her feelings, cry, in front of the whole team. My coach was officially my
Sports stuck with me for a long time. Although, I played my three sports at an average level, I was secretly anticipating my basketball season the most. Basketball was something I always looked forward to ever since I began playing in fifth grade. Excited 14 year old me attended practices, games, scrimmages, even team bonding sessions, but could never figure out why I was treated as badly as I was. Until my final two years, I never really thought much of it, believing I was not very good at basketball and thats all it came down to.
An athlete is taught to respect their coaches, teachers and …show more content…
I was old enough to understand why, when and how things happened but I could never recall a particular moment or memory of an event that made her change the way she treated me, she just hid it very well from others. Many small occurrences leaded up to the point that broke me the most. I was excluded from group messages, I was never praised when I did something well at practice. Things became more obvious to me then. When I subbed in, she subbed me out. If I had a good day at practice, she told me it was not enough. Told me that I would never be enough. That I was useless. Called me insensitive towards other players. She made my stressed out 16 year old self who doesn’t enjoy showing her feelings, cry, in front of the whole team. My coach was officially my