How Does Soccer Affect My Life

Throughout my life, soccer has been a huge part of what makes me, me, and what makes me happy. It has taught me to be strong, tough,

That growing up can be a quite tough and extremely emotional. One of my most important life experiences is playing soccer. When I was 3 years old I was put on my first soccer team. Soccer is a big part of my culture and my family on my dad’s side. This sport has tons of meaning to us and everyone in my family has played soccer before.

There has been many important events that have occurred since I have been born but there is one in particular that has sparked a light in me that has changed the way i have looked at things. It happened when I was playing with the Sacramento FC and everything was going well until the middle of the season. When we got to the middle of the season things started to look shady. I wasn't getting playing time and that really opened my eyes to reality. Soccer was not the only thing that I needed to do in order to have a good life. I needed to start focusing on my dreams and different routes to success other then just soccer. It really showed what I need to do in order to survive in the real world. If it was not for my family's support through this

I focused on training for soccer, it took over my life. I spent my summers working, spending time with my family, and playing soccer. I grew faster, stronger, and improved my defensive abilities, for the first time in my life I was in shape. After an undefeated regular season, the varsity team lost its starting lineup from my sophomore year. I knew that would I have to step up. I decided I was going to do anything I could to become a better soccer player, to benefit the team. I spent every spare moment working on my touch. The summer going into my sophomore year I committed to the soccer program, meaning I went down to the pitch every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday to play pickup with the alumni. That summer I went from being a short, pudgy kid, to actually kind of resembling an

In grade six I started playing competitive soccer in Calgary Minor Soccer Association. Soccer is a team sport, because I was more concerned about the team winning I did not focus on my own success and instead my teams. Since I was not as concerned about my own personal development in the sport, I was not as concerned about my own personal development in life.

My soccer team, The Newcomers eventually won the city championship, and my experience on the team changed my emotions toward soccer. It all started when I was twelve years old, a seventh grader in middle school. I put most of my effort into finding a sport where I could excel. It was difficult because being good at a sport takes plenty of time.

I fell in love with the game that not only has taught me about my origin but also about my future. Cancelling events due to practice, weekend games, and family night watch parties are some of the ways soccer affects my life. Soccer is a passion I found that shapes me as a person with its frenzy and positive spirit but it also ties me to my family, culture, and heritage. For instance, every four years the World Cup brings my family and me much joy.

As a child, I grew up playing travel soccer, and it was what my life revolved around. My weekdays were filled with practices, my weekends filled with tournaments. Soccer was all I knew and all I wanted to do. I had dreams of making my high school varsity team, and even one day playing when I got to college. This all changed during one weekend tournament. My team and I were in the first half of the first game that weekend when I was injured and carried off the field. From that point, I never stepped foot into a soccer game again.

So far in my short life I have accomplished many things and have felt very proud of after. During my junior year in high school I wasn't one to be out and taking chances until I was put into the Loveland High Girls Soccer Team, joining helped me accomplish some important things in the little amount of time I had playing. As I was in the car talking to my father before soccer started, he was telling me how I shouldn't stay so closed in and to try out for a sport, any sport as long as I got out of the house, the thought of being terrible at something in front of a crowd of people had me terrified.

“Robert Dashe Suspended, Unable to play Future Games” read the newspaper on the sports section. Wow! I didn’t think I would make headlines this way. Soccer isn’t just a sport, it’s my way of living. It all started in Detroit, Michigan, my hometown.

From the minute I started kicking in my mother’s stomach my father made it his mission to teach me soccer. Three year old me would be kicking soccer balls like my life depended on it. Later in life at age 8 I started playing on teams. We went from being the worst in the league to champions twice in a row. Being champions can really get in someone’s head, and suddenly you think your skills are superior to those of people around you.

I have been playing soccer since the age of 3, and I fell in love with the sport as soon as I felt my foot impact the beauty of the ball. All through my childhood, soccer was my life, it was my passion, and I couldn't go a day without playing. From playing at lunch time on the concrete floor with my friends and getting all sweaty in our gray preppy uniforms, to playing on the school

It was the summer before junior year and everything in my life was going perfectly. I had just finished sophomore year with great grades, had an amazing group of friends, and I was flourishing in soccer. My family and I decided that I should be rewarded with the Crossroads Exchange program in Zaragoza, Spain, where I would spend two weeks with a host family. Needless to say that was the best two weeks of my life. I hit it off with the student that I stayed with and we became amazing friends.

It was the day before my mom signed me up for soccer. I was so nervous I felt like I was about to puke because I was scared and excited at the same time. When I got there I didn't want to go because I thought I was I was going mess up and everyone was going to laughing at me. However, everyone was nice to me when I got there they made me laugh and have some fun. So I thought I should be nice to them and be funny and make them laugh.

Ever since I was in grade school, I was one of the smallest kids in my class. I have always loved the game of soccer. Because of my size, I knew as I got older that I would have to practice really hard and in my spare time in order to keep up with the other kids. Since I had my heart set on becoming a starter, I had my mind made up that I would work hard on and off soccer season.