Personal Narrative: I Believe In Soccer

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I believe in soccer. In the rain, in the sun, on a beach, or even in the desert. I believe in soccer. When you’re playing, nobody cares how old you are, what you look like, what gender you are, or what you believe in. All that matters is the ball, the goal, and your passion to play. As you’re running down the field, the “C” you got in math doesn’t matter, and the fight you got in with your friend is no longer haunting your soul. “Soccer” is consuming all of your concentration, and the clutter in your brain seems to melt away. As you’re slicing past players and tearing up the field, nobody cares what size you are. All that matters is your will to keep sprinting, to keep jumping, and to keep getting back up again and again. There will always be someone better than you, someone stronger, someone faster, and someone taller. In soccer, and in life, you can’t let this phase you. It doesn’t matter if you are going into a tackle with a girl the size of a mountain or a girl the size of a …show more content…
Unfortunately for me, I did not tryout for the town travel team until I was in fourth grade. This put me at a large disadvantage, because apparently the other nine year olds “had more experience, and had already been seen by the coach.” Unfortunately, I did not make the cut. Let me tell you, as a fourth grader, this certainly blenders your self-confidence. Luckily, a few days later, my mom got an email that basically changed my life: I could play on the soccer team for the next town over. A month later, I met my coaches and went to my first practice. Nervously, I introduced myself to the players. I thoroughly believed that I would stick out as the smallest, and worst one there, but as I started to play it became clear that I did indeed fit right in. Despite my “lack of experience”, I could kick the ball just as hard, and run just as fast as anyone