Personal Narrative: The Classic Hockey Player

Rumor has it that I was born with no teeth [the classic hockey player look]. So naturally, my family knew I was destined to be a hockey player. Now that I have my full set of adult teeth, I’ve realised they were wrong, about a lot of things. The biggest being the one quote they had me live by. “Quitting is never the answer”. This quote was embedded deep into my brain, so when I made the decision to quit the sport I was “destined” to play, I knew I had no option to be wrong.
When I was in eighth grade, I made what still to this day was the biggest decision of my life. I decided to tryout for the high school varsity hockey team. Being a small lightweight girl that lived in the state of hockey (Minnesota), my chances seemed slimed to none that I would make varsity let alone the high school program at all. Minnesota is known to be the best of the best when it comes to producing hockey players.
Tryouts were tough. I knew three people, none of which I was close with, and I was the youngest, smallest, and most inexperienced girl there. Because of this, nobody took me under their wing for fear I would pass on my shortcomings. After tryouts, the teams were announced. I had made varsity. I was eager not only …show more content…
Some thought I was too small, other thought I didn’t have the stick skills, but most players thought I was just too young. These issues were made no secret to me. For my entire eighth grade season I felt left out, beaten down, and exhausted. My 8th grade season consisted of team hangouts; not including me, posters with everyone's name on it; not including me, and after every practice, me waiting to get picked up from 4-6 because no one offered me a ride home; strictly me. These girls I had looked to as potential friends had become the reason I dreaded going to hockey. My making varsity at such a young age had somehow offended them, and I would never be able to recover from the reputation they gave