Personal Narrative Essay: Practice Makes Perfect?

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“Practice makes perfect” was a phrase that I heard ever since I was able to walk and dribble a soccer ball with feet. At a young age I learned soccer was my passion, and it just so happened to be my fathers too. I’ve always been an average sized, athletic built girl. I’ve been torn down, built back up, and torn back down again by my father. He always wanted me to be the best, not just in his eyes, but everyone’s. That is a lot of pressure for a young woman, who is trying balancing a social life, school, and sleeping all at the same time. Ever since I could remember my life has been a repetitive cycle of school, soccer, and sleep. My father has devoted countless hours with me, practicing soccer, to get me to where I am now. I couldn’t be more …show more content…

I was the youngest on the team, and the only girl. Being the only girl didn’t bother me because the hard you practice the better you play. With 10 others on the team, my father’s focus couldn’t only be on me or my brother. My father knew that what is taught at a young age should stick for the future. With this knowledge, my dad started with the fundamentals that were significant. These basic skills consisted of dribbling, passing, and communication. Being so young our vocabulary was superb, but he made do with what he had. Since practice was only once a week, my father practiced with my brother, Brandon, and I outside for an extra couple hours to improve our …show more content…

Marucci resigned. However, my senior year was the most memorable soccer season yet. My father and Mrs. Randall were the co-head coaches. I couldn’t have been any happier. Finally my father was officially my coach again. On the plus side, all of the girls on the team loved him and begged him to be coach for years. They would always pester me and told me to peruse him to be the coach. Eventually, he was the coach at last. My father and Mrs. Randall ran practice with high expectations and positivity. After a having a winning season of 11-5, we were ranked 7th in the section, putting us in sectionals. Since we had such a high ranking, we were rewarded with a by for the first round and home game for the second round. Having a home game was very important essential to us and

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