Personal Narrative: How Sports Changed My Life

I don’t have the pleasure of remembering sports I played as a child or teenager, but I do know the profound impact sports have had on my adult life. I was struggling to reconnect with who I was when I was younger. Many ways were suggested on how I should go about this, but my favorite suggestion came from my family. They showed me many pictures and videos of me playing sports, horsing around with team mates, and holding trophies or awards. In every shred of those digital memories, there was an unmistakable happiness in my eyes, and in my smile. This immediately drew me in. From that moment on I immersed myself in reinvigorating my once prominent passion for sports. I went and talked with old coaches on mine, as well as old team mates to see if they could give me any information on how what type of athlete I once was. It was astonishing to hear how much passion I had for something, that was no
Sunday mornings start off with the typical go to church, because your mother says so, but then it blossoms into a full day of eating homemade meals, watching football, making our own baseball highlights, reenacting favorite game scenes and getting into heated debates about certain calls or plays. Even though it sounds insane, the debates that are started over simple rivalries and traditions are discussed with such fire that I can’t help but feel the intensity, and become completely invigorated. All of this takes place while sitting in a room with pictures, plaques, medals, and trophies from all members of our family. Signed balls, bats, jerseys, collector cards, from my dad’s favorite teams also adorn the walls. Our sports den was the one room in our house that will always perfectly depict the core that not only bonds my family, but helps define us as