Personal Narrative: My Coach

When I was about twelve years old, I started playing volleyball at the YMCA. I was the worst one on the team, but my dad always encouraged me to do my best anyway. When I was , my dad decided to do a very brave thing: he volunteered to coach my volleyball team. He had absolutely no experience coaching or even playing volleyball, except for the occasional game on the beach, but after staying at practices every week to help me improve, he decided he would coach my team himself. He spent hours reading up on the rules of volleyball, he watched countless coaching videos, and he even bought one of those Coaching Volleyball for Dummies books. The first few seasons of him coaching my team were on easy on our relationship. We fought a lot both on