Personal Narrative: West Pine Middle School Volleyball Team

The first time I touched a volleyball I was seven years old. At the time, my older sister Anna played for the West Pine Middle school volleyball team. However, I was only in 3rd grade, attending West End Elementary school. I remember the afternoon being dark and stormy, so we were on a rainy-day schedule for the pick-up line. My dad pulled up in his old pickup truck, immediately asking “Do you want to go see Anna’s volleyball game?” I was only 7, so anything with concessions and a ton of action was my kind of event. Without any hesitation I responded “yes!” and proceeded into the car. Little did I know that in only a small amount of time I would completely fall in love with the sport of volleyball. When we arrived, my adrenaline was through the roof. I sprinted in, without any thought of waiting for my dad. Inside it was hectic, close to 40 volleyball players running around the gym at once. We took a seat in the top row of the bleachers so we could have a decent view of the court. Unexpectedly, a loud buzzer went off-the game was about to start. The two teams lined up, wished each other good luck, and continued

The next day I came from school with a present waiting for me on my bed. I opened it with anxious feelings that quickly disappeared when I saw the Wilson logo in large black print. I immediately took it outside and began speaking against the side of my house. The next five years were very similar to this day. It was my routine- come home, grab my volleyball, and practice for hours. Doing so, I taught myself the basics-bumping, setting, and hitting. These were the main three skills that I would need to be capable of in order to play for a team. Years went by, and I kept improving as the time past. Before I knew it, I was 11, walking down West Pines halls for the first time. All that went through my head that year was moving up to 7th grade and playing for the school