Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Middle School Team

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Growing up in a small town means that everyone does everything. This included athletics. As a child I was very active, I went outside often and I enjoyed the sun and anything outside of my house. This made it easy for me to transition into the vigorous workouts that plagued me once I began middle school. While I enjoyed the sports, I was not the best and didn’t spend a lot of time playing unlike my other friends who were gifted when it came to basketball. I would always try my hardest but it was never enough to make it as a starter for my middle school team. However, despite my small playing time I continued to support my team and travel with them. At first it was only because all of my friends did it, but later on down the road I grew to love competitive sports. As a freshman in high school I didn’t start on my team, but my playing time had grown significantly since my …show more content…
However, no matter how hard I tried I continued to feel bad for myself. So much to the point where I would curse my teammate’s names whenever they disregarded how special they were to get to put on a uniform and play. After three weeks of the torture I went back to my doctor and begged them to let me come back. My knee was feeling better and with much hesitation my doctor agreed to let me begin practices again. I was ecstatic to be back once more, but I had a new battle to deal with. “I don’t want to push you, so don’t expect to play tonight.” Those were the words my father told me the night of the Shamrock game. I had never been so angry in my life. Over the past week I had been working out and taking care of myself in order to play once again. After receiving this news I found a strong hatred for the girl who was filling my spot on the floor. I would judge her every move and I hated her with a