There are certain moments in your life where you choose to pause and take a mental picture to help you remember every detail. For me, this moment took place on the sideline of my sixth grade championship soccer game. As a child, I was never drawn to soccer as a sport. I started playing when I was five for the sole purpose of playing with my friends during the weekdays. I did not even begin liking soccer until three years later when I was eleven. But even though my feelings about it changed, one thing about my soccer career always remained the same. My dad attended every single game. He stood in the scorching hot with lemonade and oranges. He stood in the freezing cold with hot chocolate and marshmallows. He would cheer me on for every little move I made during my games. It was through my soccer career that I began to understand and appreciate all of the sacrifices that my dad has made for my sake. Although it was not my favorite, soccer was a huge part of my childhood. Like many kids, I began playing at a very young age. I would run around in circles on a field that was one-fourth of the regulation size and attempt to shoot into a miniature popup goal. My dad was always there sitting …show more content…
I had on my bright sapphire blue uniform. I drew blue war paint on my face and sprayed my hair blue. I was excited to say the least. This was a huge day for me. I had worked so hard to be there and I could not wait to get the game started. As we arrived, my dad mentioned that my friend’s mom was going to drive me home from the game because he had to go to a meeting. I gave my dad a perplexed look and said, “wait…you’re not staying for the game”? I was heartbroken. My dad had become my good luck charm. He came to every game and stood beside the flock of soccer moms and cheered me on, even when I was on the bench. He said he did everything he could to get out of the meeting, but that meant nothing to me. As childish as it sounds for a sixth grader, I needed my
When I turned three, I started playing my favorite sport to this day, Soccer! I love soccer because it gives me this feeling of excitement and I just love winning with all of my friends on the field. I loved soccer and I looked forward to it every day. I met a lot of my friends in soccer and it is one of the reasons that I started to become an athletic person. Soccer is still my favorite sport and I love it. I am planning to still play soccer up to the varsity team.
Abstract: Youth Soccer has recently evolved into a fiercely competitive arena. More and more children are leaving recreational leagues to play in highly competitive select leagues. While select sports are a valuable resource where children can learn how to socialize and become self motivated, children who start at young ages, ten and eleven, can suffer psychological and physical damages. A child's youth sporting experience is directly influenced by the attitudes, sportsmanship and behavior of their parents and coaches. Parents and coaches who pressure their children to be the best and not play their best are responsible for the high teenage drop out rate. By eliminating the "winning is everything" attitude, looking at the effort put forth by individual players and holding parents responsible for their actions we can return the game to the children.
As I was growing up, it was my dream to become a famous soccer player. Driven by this motivation, I started playing soccer when I was five years old. Since then I had played for my elementary, middle, and high school team until I joined college and focused on my study.
Growing up, from the time I started my first day of class until walking across my hometowns football field to receive my diploma I never had thought that I let something define the person that I have become today. However, being presented with this essay I have come to the realization that football has defined me as a person. I don’t mean to say that the sport has had this much of an impact on me, I’d rather like to think that the memories associated with the sport has made an everlasting impact on my life.
Having my dad as my coach was a great factor in my soccer career. Even though he was hard on me, he pushed me to do my best. Without him on the sidelines I wouldn’t have became the soccer player I am today. I found myself spending more time with my dad than I would have if I never played soccer. Playing soccer with him really brought us together and we have a great relationship because of it.
Soccer has helped me to become the person I am today. It has given me the opportunity to build relationships that I would not have made elsewhere. Playing the sport has helped me overcome my issues with anger and has made me tougher as well. I am thankful that my parents pushed me to keep playing when I was younger, because now I adore playing soccer and could not imagine
While I have developed my soccer skills over the years, the relationships I have built with people are treasured more than my ability to play the game. Playing soccer has granted me the opportunity to be surrounded by an extensive family of people who truly love me. I am forever indebted to the sport for bringing me into love-filled relationships with players and coaches alike.
Soccer is the worlds most popular sport. It is the national sport of most European and Latin-American countries, and of many other nations. Millions of people in more than 140 countries play soccer. The World Cup is held every four years. Soccer is one of the most famous international sports. Soccer is known world wide and is played in the Olympics.
I remember my dad always watching soccer news every night before going to bed. All my family loves soccer, we have this tradition that when a Mexican team plays we all get together to watch the game at my mom’s house. I think that’s what makes me love soccer as much as I do. Playing soccer also helps me to relax and to be confident when I have stress or after a long day at work. It's not just about kicking the ball or scoring
Ever since I was a little girl soccer has been my absolute passion throughout my life. Anytime someone asked me what I wanted to do when I was older I would answer and say "I want to play soccer for a D1 soccer team. " I started playing soccer when I was three years old just for fun. I played on a recreational team with my cousin until I was the age of seven.
The bright lights illuminated down on the tore up soccer field. The scent of sweat filled the air, with the loud cheer of parents in the background. The scoreboard read 2-1, and the game was over. After a grueling 90 minutes of playing, the game had been decided by a single goal; a goal that had not gone my team's way. For me, it meant the end of my season, but for some of my teammates, it had a heavier impact.
I focused almost all of the first seventeen years of my life on playing ball. I loved the image and friends that came with it. Soccer was the only life I knew and it gave me a sense of belonging and gratification. That life ended a couple of weeks before my senior year soccer season when I destroyed my knee. At times I wonder what my life would be like if that never happened to me, but I’m glad it did. Losing soccer pushed me to evolve in a minor hobby of mine, painting.
It was an eventful summer, or you could say a summer with one major event. July sixteenth in particular was that one day that stood out bolder than the rest. It has been over a decade since the time I started investing my summers with sports practices and games. Each year, I took it up a notch. I didn’t really know how I felt about sports. When I was younger, I continually nurtured my skills for a future I didn't even see. Much like how I used to always read. The vocabulary, grammar, and structure I gained knowledge from reading didn't seem to matter back then. Until sixth grade, I really didn’t have a spark that motivated me to do anything. I believe the exact phrase my friend Emily said was, “I will teepee your house every single night until you decide to try out for Citadel.” This Citadel travel soccer team is what gave me better sense of who I was.
Over my three year soccer career, my coach and teammates taught me lessons that I could never learn in a classroom or from a textbook, real life lessons. Though I spent a large portion of my first year warming the bench, my coach believed in letting every athlete play; so I played each game, even
Soccer has always been a part of my life since I was four years old, it has also been in my family for a very long time. My father played soccer all his life and also in college, the same thing goes for my sister she also played in college. So soccer is in my blood and because of that reason and because I have been playing since I was four years old it has taught me some very important lessons that will benefit me greatly through the rest of my life.