When I was seven I used to wrestle, other than that I didn’t really know a lot about other sports. I didn’t really like wrestling a lot but my dad made me go so I went to practice anyway. During my free time, I sat around my house watching TV and playing with Legos. I had never thought about trying any other sports. I also didn’t really know much about other sports. I had always enjoyed watching sports on television, but back then I thought they were only playable by adults.
One day, a lacrosse team had practice right outside of the gym where I wrestled at. After wrestling, I asked my dad if we could stay and watch the lacrosse practice for a short while. I was intrigued when I saw these kids were playing such an interesting sport. But, I became even more interested when I realized the kids playing were my age. …show more content…
I said that I had not and he asked me if I wanted a present. I timidly said yes, not knowing what he was going to give me. He told me to close my eyes and that he would be back in a second. A minute later he told me to open my eyes. When I did, I found myself holding a long blue and white metal lacrosse stick. At the top was a plastic bowl surrounded by mesh. I ran my fingers along the metal part of the stick. It was cold to the touch except in the parts where the guy was holding it. The paint was chipped and there were dents on the shaft from other players ruthlessly checking it with their sticks. I could feel and see the remnants of tape that had to have been on the stick for at least a year. After my vivid examination of the stick, my dad and I thanked the coach and headed
One day, a lacrosse team had practice right outside of the gym where I wrestled at. After wrestling, I asked my dad if we could stay and watch the lacrosse practice for a short while. I was intrigued when I saw these kids were playing such an interesting sport. But, I became even more interested when I realized the kids playing were my age. …show more content…
I said that I had not and he asked me if I wanted a present. I timidly said yes, not knowing what he was going to give me. He told me to close my eyes and that he would be back in a second. A minute later he told me to open my eyes. When I did, I found myself holding a long blue and white metal lacrosse stick. At the top was a plastic bowl surrounded by mesh. I ran my fingers along the metal part of the stick. It was cold to the touch except in the parts where the guy was holding it. The paint was chipped and there were dents on the shaft from other players ruthlessly checking it with their sticks. I could feel and see the remnants of tape that had to have been on the stick for at least a year. After my vivid examination of the stick, my dad and I thanked the coach and headed