Personal Narrative: S Is For Soccer

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S is for Soccer It was in the fall of october in 2015. It was a crisp chilly night at 6:55 at night. We had 5 minutes left of the game and I was an offensive player. My face was as red as a tomato, my body was as drenched as a kid who just got out of the pool, and I was as hot as if it was 90 degrees outside. I was running down the field dribbling the ball with the other offensive players. The 4 defensive players they had charging at us. I passed the ball to my left just as a defensive player ran into me. I fell backwards almost like it was in slow motion. I could feel my feet slipping out from under me as i went backwards my long brown hair flying up and hitting me in the face. The green and brown ground coming in contact with my back as

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