How Soccer Has Influenced 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,

The famous Scottish soccer player Bill Shankly once said, "Soccer is a matter of life and death, except more important."

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

Ask anyone who knows me about my childhood, and they will tell you that I was one of the shyest kids there ever was. It made my life difficult, talking to people was a struggle, and presentations were disastrous. If it wasn't for soccer, I would probably still be that way today. Soccer has had the most positive influence on my life. It has taught me how to be a leader, the importance of teamwork, communication, and all of the other cliche skills that participating on any sport team will teach young adolescents. Even though these important values are learned from every sport, soccer has taught me much more.

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.

There comes a time when you have to grow up or are forced to. You learn from past experiences and base your recent scenarios from it. Since the age of five, soccer has been part of my life. From having practice twice a week, to having practice every day of the week not including games. I felt like soccer was my pathway to success. I felt like I could do big things from it and I had all the confidence in the world but never would show it when others asked me if I was good. I’m the shy quiet girl that shows you what I’m capable of without saying a single word.

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.

Soccer had taught me many things in life. It showed me the significance of family in all forms, to be responsible and appreciative of my peers and elders. I will never forget that day, no matter how old I am, because I had learned an essential lesson, to never give

Growing up in a house with all boys in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania, I was taught to be tough and injuries were very common but easily shaken off. When it came to sports, I would put all my time and effort into one thing: soccer. Soccer was always a true passion of mine; as a matter of fact, it was more of a lifestyle than just a sport. I would spend weekends traveling around my local area playing the game I loved with people I enjoyed being with. My teammates became like my second family after countless seasons and we did almost everything together off the soccer field. The idea of putting on my jersey and lacing up my cleats was a moment I would not trade for the world and something I would never take for granted.

I fell in love with the competition, the strength, the reliance on others, the character building, the relationships, being humble in victory, and graceful in defeat. Playing a team sport, and being raised in a family that has been all soccer all the time means that one of my main, and favorite, teachers have been the beautiful game. While I knew I had let my whole team down, after the countless losses I had been a part of, I was able to quickly put the defeat aside and remember that winning games never make anyone better. It is the losses and failures that mold me not only into a better athlete but into a better

My first experience with soccer came when I was 10 years old, accompanied by my mom. My heart beating so hard, excited to finally play for a soccer team. Kids all around me all in love with the game, with grass so green and freshly cut, looking too perfect to be real. With a brand new soccer ball, two goals set up on each side, who couldn't resist playing all day. I was speechless. Recalling holding hands with my mom, as we walked towards the field, a memory I would never forget. Throughout the game my mom would cheer me on, she was my biggest supporter.

The school required a test for admission, so the competition was getting fierce. The teachers focused a lot on our academics and tried to squeeze as much time as they can from us to study. As the result, we were not allowed to play soccer during our free time because it hinders us from studying. Maybe it is human tendency to break laws, but the gang of us didn’t want to conform to that rule so sneaking a soccer ball to school and keep it away from the teachers became an everyday challenge. It was amazing the kind of ideas we came up with for this task. Soccer added spices into my otherwise boring school life, and it served as a channel between me and my fellow classmates. Through soccer we found a common ground, that we were able to know each other more and support each other no matter what happens. It gave us a sense of unity, and it was very important to me. Even now I cherish the pact I had with them back then - the support that helped me to stay on the right track during my rebel teenage years.