When I was in third grade I didn’t have many friends in my class and this led to me spending most of my recesses on the curb watching the other kids play soccer. I would do this every day for about a week, but one day when one of the kids saw me watching and asked, “Want to join?” At first I was nervous and just watched the other players on my team, but eventually there was an opportunity for me to shoot and ended up shooting the winning goal. It was because of that day that I continue to play soccer today.
Like every other day of the first week of school, I was sitting alone at recess on the curb, watching the kids play soccer. It wasn’t as hot as the past few days but the sun was still shining down on the pavement. I could hear the sound of kids yelling around me, but I didn’t move because this was normal behavior for a group of fifty some eight year old kids. I was hunched over watching one of the kids score another goal, that made three so far, and tied the game with a score of three to three. The team I was rooting for was doing better than normal, as they normally are beat within minutes. I thought to myself, “ If I was going to play, I’d want to be on their team.” I sat up
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At the time I wasn’t the fastest of runners, but when I saw the opportunity, I sprinted just enough so that I was faster than the other player. When I was playing then, I wasn’t thinking about anything except getting the ball away from the other team. All the things I had noticed before disappeared as I dribbled around the player and continued up the field. Luckily for me, the other team was mostly on the other side of the field, probably because they thought I wouldn’t get around them. I heard a mixture of “What are you doing?” and “Go!” as I shot the ball into the goal. I had never felt so proud as my team came over and congratulated