Most Dangerous Game

On one fall morning, my mom and I arrived at the Hulmeville Soccer Tournament. There were so many teams that had great potential to win. My teammates and I Were excited to play theses teams and push our skills to the limit. Our soccer team won all five games that we played. Therefore we made it to the championship angist Hulmeville, one of the best teams in the tournament. The game started and there were no goals scored. Since it was the finals, we went

In a flash, the referee blows his whistle, and the game is over. Legs striding, I chase after the ball, stealing it from the other team. Amidst the excitement, I lose track of time, and minutes go by in seconds. I started playing soccer when I was 7 years old. For as long as I can remember I have loved to play soccer. When I play soccer I forget about all my worries. Since then I have played for many different recreational teams for Verdigris and Catoosa. I have also played for a competitive soccer team for West Side Alliance. Today, I play for Verdigris High School soccer. I have played for their junior varsity team for two years as the captain and the junior varsity player of the year. I have also played for the varsity team.

Since Sam was a little girl, she had a passion for soccer and dreamed of becoming a professional one day. For Samantha, Saturday was not just a regular day, it was game day and Sam was so excited, as usual. She jumped out of her car and ran on to the field as she would usually do. She talked with her friends, warmed up, and was preparing herself for the game. Little did she know, this game was going to be much different than any other

Yet my apprehension prevailed as I continued to fear getting put in the game in case another player was injured. I was still afraid of making mistakes and getting blamed by screaming coaches and angry teammates. Sometimes these fears came true. During my sophomore season, my position led me to play in the varsity games on many occasions. On such occasions, I often made mistakes. Most of the time the mistakes were not significant; they rarely changed the outcome of a play. Yet I received a thorough verbal lashing at practice for the mistakes I had made. These occurrences only compounded my fears of playing. However, I did not always make mistakes. Sometimes I made great plays, for which I was congratulated. Now, as I dawn on my senior year of soccer, I feel like a changed person.

The ball was racing towards me. My heart was pounding in my chest. It's all up to myself, I need to block the white and yellow striped ball but how? I could hear the crowd cheering my name as I stretched my leg out to the front. The team player ran in front of me as fast as a leopard.

Maria is on the best soccer team in all of the United States. She has been practicing since she was three years old. Her father was always pushing her to do better, so one day she could go to the International Women’s Association Championship. One day at Maria’s team practice, they received an extremely important letter from their coach, who was not at the practice. So the assistant coach read off the letter saying that the team was invited to play at the IWSA Championship. Of course, Maria was shocked because she worked so hard for this. That she couldn’t believe it. Then next practice her coach told her and the rest of the team that they need to practice even more harder in preparation for IWSA Championship coming up.

The whistle screeched and all of the anxiety that was haunting me, suddenly slipped away. Everything we had been working towards came into play now. My first soccer game was a mix of emotions, I was excited, nervous, hyper, and smiley. It all started on the car ride to the game, it was only a 10 minute ride but it felt more like 10 hours. My parent’s intentions were to be supportive, but I found it annoying. They were telling me to be aggressive and don’t back down but at the same time, have fun. Now I have a greater appreciation for my parents and know they just want the best for me. After what seemed like days, we arrived at Swarner Park, it was a little chilly because the sun was behind the full, fluffy clouds.

Three summers ago when I signed up for soccer my first time I was ready and excited. When I whent to practice I felt like one of the best players on the team. Well actually I felt like I was the second best on my team but I wasn’t. During practice I liked to score goals or at least try to.The reason of that was because my mom said she would give me five dollars for every goal I scored.The problem was I never practiced dribbling the ball.

Many balls had went to straight towards me again. At least they had been saved. But this was the final match point. We were at a tie of 24-24. Our “team” had got into a circle. One of the girls named Mackenzie got everyone to look at me. She finally said “Hadassah, nobody is mad at you this your first tryout. This last point will probably end up coming to you as well. Try to imagine you are playing at the

She had finally found the cleats that fit her and she started to kick the ball around the house. While she was kicking the ball, the ball kicked the coffee table and broke a vase that was sitting on it. Along with that, she tore up the rug with the cleats on. Then she heard a rip.. When she went to run back so she could strike the ball, the sole of the right cleat had torn out. After that, she just decided soccer wasn’t for her. She was going to go and play games on the phone, but she decided she was really tired so she decided she needed a

Sitting on the cold bleachers, I waited for my sister to appear. Cradling a cup of hot chocolate I tried to warm my hands from the harsh fall winds. Taking a sip of the cocoa, I could feel the warmth of the liquid go down my throat. Then I saw her. My sister ran onto the field surrounded by her teammates. A huge grin on her face as she sprinted to the outfield, softball cradled in her glove, she looks like she belonged. The next year she was no longer apart of that team, yet I was still found on the bleachers. Once again I looked for my sister, warming myself with my hot chocolate. I found her running onto the field, lacrosse net in hand. Alongside of a new group of teammates; she still looked like she belonged. Another year passes, and I was

Some types of play involve taking risks, which can lead to unintentional injury. Although there is the factor of risk, these forms of play are vital to children’s developmental process (Brussoni, Olsen, Pike & Sleet, 2012). The main type of play likely to lead to injury is physical play, described by Brussoni, et al. (2012) as “rough-and-tumble” play (p. 3136). Physical play can involve over-the-top rowdy activities that have the potential to cause injury (Brussoni, et al., 2012). A child benefits from this kind of play as it helps them to form friendships, develop their mental and intellectual capabilities and learn their limits amongst many other important areas of their development. If a child’s opportunity to take part in risky play is

We started practicing on kicking the soccer ball I struggled on kicking the ball with my right foot, and my coach started setting up cones so that we could dribble through them. But I felt like I didn’t want to play soccer anymore, but my mom told me it was simple and she said your sister never gave up and now it’s your turn to prove her wrong so I got up and dribbled through the cones.

“That’s the start of the game,” Mom said, after the shrill sound of the whistle filled the air. “Let’s GO,” Our team yelled. Giving me a bit of confidence, I moved to my position. The whistle blew. Racing towards the goal the swift dribbling was perfect. She kicked.

It was a beautiful afternoon with sunshine and gentle breeze, I was in the Gold Coast to play soccer with my older brother’s team. Everything was going well. In the first half, our team was winning with 2-0 and all of them were scored by me, the striker. I felt like I was the hero of our team because our opponent was pretty strong. They played hardball and