I’m five years old and in my first ever soccer game. Everything is going great, my parents are on the sidelines cheering me on and I’m having a blast. This is the first sport that has captured my attention and I’m overjoyed. Then it happens. The ball is kicked and I’m in the way; it hits me square in the face. While my mother jumps to save me my father gently reminds her that soccer’s a contact sport. I stand there stunned for what seems like forever, before running off crying to my mom. It definitely wasn’t the perfect start to my soccer career. Although I don’t remember every minute of that game, I do remember the feeling when I got the ball and started dribbling. I had tried other sports and couldn’t get into the groove of
