Personal Narrative: Soccer Is More Than A Sport In My Life

One of the activities I most enjoy playing is soccer. Soccer is more than a sport, it is the love of my life. I came from a family that revolves around sports. Soccer is the biggest sport in my life. I have grown up in a family where you eat, do homework, and play soccer. I was influenced by this ever since I had learned to walk. If I was not playing or watching my dad and brothers play soccer games, I was watching games with my dad on T.V. I grew up watching my dad coach many teams until I was old enough for him to coach me. he made it clear tome that in a game he was a coach first and a dad second. As time went by, I would be in the back yard or the basement kicking a ball around. As I grew up, my dad instilled in me a competitive nature and a love of this game.

As I kicked the ball, worked on my dribbling, and shot at a small goal my dad bought for me, I felt all of my worries melt away. When I started, soccer was merely a sport but soon it became an escape for me. The summer of my 8th grade year I was becoming increasingly stressed. I was worried about making my high school soccer team. In my mind I kept thinking I was not fast enough, my passes were not good enough, and I was not good enough. The very thing I love the most was now making me feel imprisoned with doubt. One summer night, I looked out into the backyard that held so many memories of me kicking soccer in with my dad. I realized that I became so competitive that I had forgotten about my love of the game. That night I went out into my backyard and practiced soccer. This time I didn’t think about me possibly failing. My only thought was “God I love this sport”. Once I stopped thinking about the chance of failure, the relaxing feeling came back. My prison had once again become my paradise. When High soccer tryouts started, I played my heart