How Soccer Changed My Life
As the time for my new journey in college arrives, I plan to participate in as many activities as possible. After my four years in high school, I’ve realized time truly does pass by in the blink of an eye. I know that by joining clubs and playing sports I will be enjoying my time before they become memories. I want to grasp the opportunities and enjoy them just like I did with soccer
You would figure that after playing soccer for 8 years on a soccer team I would be an amazing athlete. The reality of it is that I wasn’t born an athlete but I sure do like playing on a team. This all goes back to the childhood days playing soccer, which in now just a blank of good memories. My mother always forced me to participate in sports. For some reason, I never found interest in running around for hours. I complained about participating in these activities and just wanted to stay at home watching cartoons. Little did I know that this hesitation was just holding me back from something life changing.
I reminisce on the first day I had soccer practice I had ever had, which was around the second grade. Not only was I …show more content…
I had fallen in love with the sport. My teammates instantly became best friends and my coach became my mentor. At such a young age, advise our coach gave us still runs through my mind every day. He taught us that if we want to win then we have to work hard. He planted a seed in our brain to want to work hard. And so we practiced 5 times a week for around one month. When the tournament came around we did very good but lost in the final game. All of us were disappointed because we didn’t win but he reminded us that all that work we put in was winning. In reality, his intentions for us were just to work hard. It surprised me that he wasn't upset. I’ve had never seen anyone so proud of losing. At that moment, I learned that losing was okay because at the end of the day I still had the honor of playing on a
You would figure that after playing soccer for 8 years on a soccer team I would be an amazing athlete. The reality of it is that I wasn’t born an athlete but I sure do like playing on a team. This all goes back to the childhood days playing soccer, which in now just a blank of good memories. My mother always forced me to participate in sports. For some reason, I never found interest in running around for hours. I complained about participating in these activities and just wanted to stay at home watching cartoons. Little did I know that this hesitation was just holding me back from something life changing.
I reminisce on the first day I had soccer practice I had ever had, which was around the second grade. Not only was I …show more content…
I had fallen in love with the sport. My teammates instantly became best friends and my coach became my mentor. At such a young age, advise our coach gave us still runs through my mind every day. He taught us that if we want to win then we have to work hard. He planted a seed in our brain to want to work hard. And so we practiced 5 times a week for around one month. When the tournament came around we did very good but lost in the final game. All of us were disappointed because we didn’t win but he reminded us that all that work we put in was winning. In reality, his intentions for us were just to work hard. It surprised me that he wasn't upset. I’ve had never seen anyone so proud of losing. At that moment, I learned that losing was okay because at the end of the day I still had the honor of playing on a