When I was growing up I loved everything about sports. I wanted to play every sport I possibly could. I loved the thought of one day getting so good at a sport I could be on a professional team. I wanted to play everything, I just needed to find the sport I loved the most. I decided to start with gymnastics. I thought it would be a good place to start, it would be easy. I did that for a few years and then I stopped because I lost the love for it. Then my mom decided it would be a good idea to get me into cheerleading. Little to say, that didn’t last long. I played basketball, softball, lacross, and I wanted to play football but I couldn’t find a team that I could be on. During the time that I was going through all these sports I decided to
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I didn’t have a soccer season so I just spent it practicing with some friends. Most of my friends that I made from soccer decided to try out for the high school team instead of continuing to play for club. My best friend at the time convinced me to also try out for the high school team, even though I knew I would benefit more if I continued to play for a club. I wanted to stick with my friends. Seventh grade started up and high school tryouts started. One of my best friends was also a goalkeeper and was going to try out too. We were the only two that were trying out for keeper so we thought we had it in the bag. Tryouts lasted 5 days and it was insane. Normal tryouts up to this point for club were 1 to 2 days. I wasn’t used to this at all. But like i’ve been doing for years, I put all I had into it. Results day came and I was going crazy. I couldn’t focus in class at all. Final bell rang and we went to the locker room and out to the pitch. We did some warm ups and we had a little scrimmage. When practice ended coach was going to tell us who made JV and who made varsity. I was absolutely freaking out. He went through everyone and stopped naming and there was about 4 people, plus me left. I wasn’t too sure what was happening at the time because I didn’t really want to accept it. The coach pulled me and the other four into another group and told us the news. We didn’t make it. It was immediate heartbreak. I didn’t know what to do, I just
I didn’t have a soccer season so I just spent it practicing with some friends. Most of my friends that I made from soccer decided to try out for the high school team instead of continuing to play for club. My best friend at the time convinced me to also try out for the high school team, even though I knew I would benefit more if I continued to play for a club. I wanted to stick with my friends. Seventh grade started up and high school tryouts started. One of my best friends was also a goalkeeper and was going to try out too. We were the only two that were trying out for keeper so we thought we had it in the bag. Tryouts lasted 5 days and it was insane. Normal tryouts up to this point for club were 1 to 2 days. I wasn’t used to this at all. But like i’ve been doing for years, I put all I had into it. Results day came and I was going crazy. I couldn’t focus in class at all. Final bell rang and we went to the locker room and out to the pitch. We did some warm ups and we had a little scrimmage. When practice ended coach was going to tell us who made JV and who made varsity. I was absolutely freaking out. He went through everyone and stopped naming and there was about 4 people, plus me left. I wasn’t too sure what was happening at the time because I didn’t really want to accept it. The coach pulled me and the other four into another group and told us the news. We didn’t make it. It was immediate heartbreak. I didn’t know what to do, I just