“You ready?” my dad said, “then let’s get going!”
It was freezing cold outside. I leaped out of the car and onto the sidelines. The gelid snow was piercing into my body. And there I was, at the Semi-finals of my second junior Tennis tournament.
The first time I had been to a tennis tournament, I did great. Considerably greater than I expected. I was eleven years old in the summer of sixth grade and I was a semi-finalist at the USTA (United States Tennis Association) junior tournament. Could I have won that tournament? Of Course I could have. If only I had realized that sooner. But there was something missing in my game. It was not my physical ability to play the game, but rather a much stronger force. I lacked the “want.” I lacked the desire. I lacked the spirit.
“You can do it! Don’t give up!” I remembered my dad yelling from the sideline, breaking the silence and serenity of the moment. I was down match point. I could feel the heat of the sunday afternoon striking down in my eyes like a laser killing its target. A musty aroma rose as my opponent tossed the ball and slammed it down into the court. Ace. I had not been able to return the ball. Just like that, it was over. I didn’t think too much of it and neither did my parents, but I had a feeling …show more content…
I looked at my dad and my mom. Suddenly I saw it. I saw what I needed to have seen last summer. I’ve earned a second chance. I’ve earned a second chance to recreate what happened that summer. I’ve earned a second chance to prove myself to everyone. I’ve earned a second chance to overcome the last ounce of negativity that had formed six months ago. This was different however. Not only physically, but I sensed the want in my mind. It’s as if someone gave my mind some high powered batteries. “I might never get a better chance than this,” I thought to myself. And with that, I sprang up out of my seat and grabbed my racquet
It was freezing cold outside. I leaped out of the car and onto the sidelines. The gelid snow was piercing into my body. And there I was, at the Semi-finals of my second junior Tennis tournament.
The first time I had been to a tennis tournament, I did great. Considerably greater than I expected. I was eleven years old in the summer of sixth grade and I was a semi-finalist at the USTA (United States Tennis Association) junior tournament. Could I have won that tournament? Of Course I could have. If only I had realized that sooner. But there was something missing in my game. It was not my physical ability to play the game, but rather a much stronger force. I lacked the “want.” I lacked the desire. I lacked the spirit.
“You can do it! Don’t give up!” I remembered my dad yelling from the sideline, breaking the silence and serenity of the moment. I was down match point. I could feel the heat of the sunday afternoon striking down in my eyes like a laser killing its target. A musty aroma rose as my opponent tossed the ball and slammed it down into the court. Ace. I had not been able to return the ball. Just like that, it was over. I didn’t think too much of it and neither did my parents, but I had a feeling …show more content…
I looked at my dad and my mom. Suddenly I saw it. I saw what I needed to have seen last summer. I’ve earned a second chance. I’ve earned a second chance to recreate what happened that summer. I’ve earned a second chance to prove myself to everyone. I’ve earned a second chance to overcome the last ounce of negativity that had formed six months ago. This was different however. Not only physically, but I sensed the want in my mind. It’s as if someone gave my mind some high powered batteries. “I might never get a better chance than this,” I thought to myself. And with that, I sprang up out of my seat and grabbed my racquet