I sprinted for the ball that was bouncing towards the middle of the field. I jumped with the ball to make a header. Crack! I was on the ground and I remember feeling a sharp pain on my forehead. I felt like someone threw a rock at my face.
Goal Number One I didn’t know it yet, but the way I viewed the game of lacrosse was about to change drastically. It was a normal day for me. I was in eighth grade, and I was getting ready for school.
Unable to straighten my leg I became very panicked but my coach assured me that I would be ok. Little did he know that it was going to be a life altering injury. The next day I went to my doctor’s office to get my knee checked out (I was still worried because my knee was still
I felt confident subtly limping off of the court. I knew the coaches thought I did incredible. I sat down as fast as I could to nurse my now swollen ankle. I wondered if playing this game had been my best idea. I wondered what would have happened if I had just told the coach what had happened and sat out instead.
Bam, the runner hit the ball. She dropped the bat and ran to first base. Safe, she kept on running to second. As I watched her run I realize she wasn’t stopping at second, or third. Rounding third base, she sprinted to home plate.
GAME CHANGER Boom,the ball went flying. All my life I have loved and will always love baseball. I started playing when I was two years old. Ever since I 've been playing I have always wanted to do two things, hit a grandslam and rop a home run hit. “Today is the day,” is what I keep saying to myself.
It happened on June 11, 2015. My lacrosse team won our regional quarter final game the previous day—I scored my personal best of five goals and was named Player of the Game. As a reward for the win, my coach gave us a three hour practice the next day that was strictly conditioning—leaving the seniors 30 minutes to go home, shower, change, and drive to our Senior Dinner at Bowdoin College. I raced home from practice, my sweat sticking to the car leather seats, music blasting, and the wind in my hair. I had the future on my mind: playoffs, graduation, summer, and college.
Somehow, two quarters in and we were losing terribly but I had to let my team with a horrible fall to my head. In the beginning, I was unaware of injury to my head so I kept on playing till I felt dizzy and knew something was wrong. Even after my terrible fall, I wanted
Sweat was dripping down my face, you could feel the tension in the air as both teams seemed to stare each other down. The game was drawing to a close as we set up our offense a couple more times. These last few plays would determine the game. The last quarter of the game commenced.
As I grew up my friends all got their own trampoline so no one really came over anymore. One day as the sun was about to go down, I was all alone playing on my trampoline when my older brother and his friends came over to my house and got on the trampoline. They all started jumping on and I was on it as well. I thought I was tough since they couldn’t make me fall but, one wrong step and that was end to the fun. I had sprained my ankle.
Every Moment Counts I hug her knowing that this will be our last. Tears are streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks, staining her shirt. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I don't understand why this is happening. Out all of the 7.28 billion people in the world, why did it have to be her?
It was a crispy cool day in 2008. I was only five years old. We were in the most important soccer game of the year. It was very important for us to win. As we warmed up before the game I twisted my ankle and it was hard for me to walk.
A long time ago in a school not so far away a peculiar event occurred,that I will never forget. It all started on the first day of school. It was my first year at Finley Farms Elementary and I was ready for the second grade, or so I thought. I entered my classroom and was happy to learn.
I had moved from my father’s house at an early age to begin my own family with big ambitions and even bigger dreams. At the time, I had every intention of slaying dragons and returning as the conquering hero with ticker tape parade and cheering fans. What I did not know at that time was how much of an everyday adversary the world could be and how many temptations and poor choices would be available on almost a daily basis. Looking back I now understand what my father had tried to tell me with a simple universal truth, “Water takes the shape of its container.” On the flight home, I had stared out the small rectangle window into the seemingly endless blue sky punctuated by sparse cotton sculptures which changed with the wisps of the wind
And we went to go ride our bikes. Me and my brother went down this steep hill, and I Body slammed the ground, I was bleeding and I was bruised up. And this one dude was Looking at me has I was falling, I was yet again embarrassed. Then we went to a
