Passion has its place

Whether it starts to rain, snow, sleet, no matter the weather condition, I enjoy being out on the soccer pitch. I have grown up playing soccer when I was three years old, my parents put me in the sport and I never looked back. It was a life changing experience. Looking back at my experiences on and off the pitch, soccer has a meaningful place in my life, I have grown up out there, I have cried out there, I have been angry out there, I have built character out there, and I have become relaxed there. Soccer is a part of me. The pitch is a place where I enjoy all the people around me because they are enjoying the same thing as me. To me, soccer is much more than a ball and two goals; it connects people from all over the world. I have gained many friends that I would not have if not for soccer. Since I was little, the soccer pitch has been a safe place, once you put on your guards and lace up your cleats, nothing else matters except the girls I share bonds with. Soccer has become a huge part of my life. All I can remember when I was little is the late nights at the soccer fields. Right now, I play, I coach, I referee the game, and that is just the start. I cannot get enough.
Somewhere behind the athlete I have become and the hours of training and the coaches who have pushed me, is still that little girl who fell in love with the game and never looked back. It has been one of the things that I have done for me, and not anyone else. When I enter the pitch, it is as if everything else goes away. I focus on what I am doing and nothing else matters. I enjoy my mind being clear and being able to focus on the things I want to. The reason I continue to play is that it has always been for me. The smell of the fresh cut grass and popcorn as you stand on the field getting ready to start, then the sound of the whistle and the crowd before kickoff is an exhilarating moment. There is nothing else like that rush. When the rays of sun beating down on you are hot enough to melt