Soccer
Throughout my life I have played various sports including soccer, baseball and basketball. I only played soccer for a few months at the age of 6-7 and it was with 8-12 year olds. I don’t know what my parents were thinking when they put me in that. I remember the first day of soccer too well. In early June 2007, I was almost 7, my parents had taken me to the first day of soccer camp. It was exited to meet new kids, but really did not want to play soccer. I was bad at dribbling the ball between my feet and didn’t know anything about the game other than getting the ball into the other team’s goal. When we got there it was a casual meeting. This was probably not to intimidate the new kids coming in. We were all out in a giant field full of kids from the ages of 8-12. I was the only 6½ year old there. I had my cherished Buzz Lightyear ball with me. I have always been a bit absent minded and thinking about something, whether it was a new invention, something that happened or a faster way to do something. I was even more so then. …show more content…
When we got out to the field, I noticed that there was nobody my age out there and there were all these big kids running around kicking their balls around.
“Go out there,” my mom says nudging me.
I cling to her. “I’m not sure about this,” my dad says looking out into the field, “They all look much older than him.” “He can take it easy,” my mom replies. She then looks at me and says, “Just go practice a bit, get to know kids, you’ll feel comfortable after a while.” I went out to the edge of the field and started playing around with my Buzz Lightyear ball a bit, not paying attention to what the coach was
Throughout my life I have played various sports including soccer, baseball and basketball. I only played soccer for a few months at the age of 6-7 and it was with 8-12 year olds. I don’t know what my parents were thinking when they put me in that. I remember the first day of soccer too well. In early June 2007, I was almost 7, my parents had taken me to the first day of soccer camp. It was exited to meet new kids, but really did not want to play soccer. I was bad at dribbling the ball between my feet and didn’t know anything about the game other than getting the ball into the other team’s goal. When we got there it was a casual meeting. This was probably not to intimidate the new kids coming in. We were all out in a giant field full of kids from the ages of 8-12. I was the only 6½ year old there. I had my cherished Buzz Lightyear ball with me. I have always been a bit absent minded and thinking about something, whether it was a new invention, something that happened or a faster way to do something. I was even more so then. …show more content…
When we got out to the field, I noticed that there was nobody my age out there and there were all these big kids running around kicking their balls around.
“Go out there,” my mom says nudging me.
I cling to her. “I’m not sure about this,” my dad says looking out into the field, “They all look much older than him.” “He can take it easy,” my mom replies. She then looks at me and says, “Just go practice a bit, get to know kids, you’ll feel comfortable after a while.” I went out to the edge of the field and started playing around with my Buzz Lightyear ball a bit, not paying attention to what the coach was