Personal Narrative-How Soccer Changed My Life

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Growing up, the face of my refrigerator told a story. It was covered in sports pictures, drawings, and good report cards. It was the who’s- who of the house with detailed information about upcoming soccer tryouts, reminders of the early-out on Wednesday, and a checklist of items to grab at the grocery store. Most importantly, were the hand drawn masterpieces that hung from sparkly magnets. Once day when I came rushing home from the 2nd grade, I happily showed my mom my finished project. The wiggly lines and patterns were scribbled with every color in the crayon box. The circles looked more like squares and it was folded and bent from being shoved in and out of my backpack. I can still remember how excited I was as I exclaimed, “Do you like

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