Personal Narrative: My First Soccer Player

I have not and will never forget those series of events. This time hurt me but also helped build upon my character. It was my freshman year of high school. I had decided to play soccer, which was not a hard decision for me since I had played travel soccer pretty much my whole life. Also my brother was in high school at the time and played for the boys soccer team, and had my dad as his coach. He loved it and was having a great experience playing high school soccer so of course I like to follow in my brother’s footsteps. I was very nervous at first. There were over eleven seniors on the team, and they were pretty intimidating to me. During the summer, I played with the varsity often and enjoyed it. As I kept playing with them and performing well, my nerves lessened. Finally when the actual season rolled around, I was put on full varsity. All my hard work had paid off. I was one of the two freshman put on varsity. I was ecstatic. I was actually very lucky at getting put on varsity because at this point in my life I played purely out of natural talent. I was never one to put in extra work outside of practice and be disciplined in the way I lived my life. I never really strived to be the best I could be. Making varsity made me somewhat of a threat for the older girls. Some were happy for me, others did not like the thought of a freshman on varsity. These girls were hard coore they were bound and determined to make it to state that year. They were not going to accept anything less than amazing. This put an incredible amount of pressure on us younger girls. I remember going to every practice nervous that I was going to mess up and they get mad at me. I never really felt at ease with them. In the first few games I got good playing time. I was doing really well. I was finally getting comfortable out there on the field, but that was not the direction God was taking me and with one swift kick of the soccer

I have learned a great many things from playing soccer. It has changed my entire outlook on and attitude toward life. Before my freshman year at Cool high school, I was shy, had low self-esteem and turned away from seemingly impossible challenges. Soccer has altered all of these qualities. On the first day of freshman practice, the team warmed up with a game of soccer. The players were split up and the game began. However, during the game, I noticed that I didn't' t run as hard as I could, nor did I try to evade my defender and get open. The fact of the matter is that I really did not want to receive the ball. I didn't' t want to be the one at fault if the play didn't' t succeed. I did not want the responsibility of helping the team

I started playing soccer when I was six years old on the Herndon House Soccer League. This is a recreational league that teaches basic soccer skills and sportsmanship. I've played two years in house league, with my father as my head coach. I was selected as an all star for two seasons. When I turned eight had the opportunity to tryout for a newly formed travel team called the Herndon Hooligans. During my first travel tryout I was very nervous yet excited at the same time. As tryouts started I got better and better as it continued. Then after a couple days I finally heard from the coach and he told us I made the team. Of course I said yes and from that moment on I was determined to grow and work towards my goal of playing on the U.S. women’s

Growing up into soccer was even harder I became aggressive and competitive to the point where all girls teams wouldn’t accept me. Then I joined a team that my younger brother was on, named the Knights. The Knights’ team was a competitive all boys team that taught me how to be a better player. Playing soccer and being on that team made me realized that I can be a great player if I give it my all. That team is one of the reasons why I want to continue playing soccer and continue doing something that I absolutely love doing.

In the field I am only thinking about the ball and making a goal. That is a discourse community I can identify myself being a part of. What is a discourse community you may ask? A discourse community is a familiar community you engage on the daily or feel connected because you are a member. Through my high school years, I was labeled a soccer player.

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.

It was a cold day in November: an icy breeze blowing across a green soccer pitch in Jackson, Mississippi. Fans along the sideline cheering on the Jackson Elite FC. I took the field feeling the pressure of gameday bearing down like i had weights on my shoulders. This was the first time I had every started as a forward in a soccer game. The referee brings the ball to midfield and sets it down. I hear my parents cheering from the sidelines. The opposing team kicks off and the game is on.

I wanted to play high school soccer because it offers a completely different experience than club soccer. The thing is, high school soccer and club soccer are two very different variations of soccer. In club soccer you are playing against teams within your same age group and in high school you could be playing against players three years older than you. In club soccer you practice 3 times a week, but in high school soccer it is everyday after school. I soon found out that soccer in high school is all about hardwork and dedication, the coaches love to see the kids who are working their butts off. I decided to try out anyways and the experience was not what I expected. During tryouts, everyone was in their own circles passing the ball around, keeping to themselves. Soccer was not the same. I thought soccer was about making new friends and bonding, but a lot of them kept to themselves. This was a new team experience for me and eventually everyone became friends, less timid and playing like a team that had been together for awhile. Although the rules for the team were very strict, it turned out to be one of my favorite high school experiences. The coaching was also very different but allowed me to learn something from each coach and put that into my soccer playing to become a better

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.

Soccer is my favorite sport, no I don’t watch it on tv, nor do I have a favorite soccer team. So, it all started when I was eight years old I believe I told my mom that I didn’t want to do a certain thing anymore and that I wanted to play a sport a.k.a soccer. She of course told me sure. So she signed me up for soccer a couple of days later. I was so happy I was jumping up and down with excitement. Little did I know that I would love the sport. So, the day of the first soccer practice I was nervous I never done anything with the team and I had these questions running in my head like what if no one likes you here? Or what if you like the sport? Or what if you aren’t even good enough ? but I let these questions slide and I had learned how to play the sport. In that amount of time I thought no more like Challenged myself and said “ Cassie you can do this you are going to be apart of this team and you are going to be the best.” From then on I challenged myself, I practiced almost all the

I played soccer for 7 years and I played basketball for 5 years and I played softball for 3. I ended up quitting basketball when I was 6 or 7. I played soccer for another year because my dad said I was committed and I couldn’t quit. It was really hard because my dad is like a really big soccer player he grew up playing soccer and that’s what he wanted me and Cole to do. But his sister danced her whole life so he also grew up in the dance atmosphere. I started dancing at 8 and I was playing soccer at the time so I would go

As a child, I grew up playing softball and that 's it. My mom played softball, my cousins played softball. It’s just all I knew. When I reached the seventh grade at Gardner Dickinson (my elementary and middle school), my friends all played soccer and I reluctantly joined as well. Each year I had my ups and downs with soccer, but it grew to be a part of who I am and has taught me a lot of things. For example, to try new things, to work hard, to never give up, and to step up and be a leader.

The soccer ball rolled towards me and before kicking it in half a second, I felt the warm sunset kiss my wet, dirty face. I kick the ball as hard as I could with all of my strength making the ball curve into the goalie’s position. GOAL! I scored my first ever point out of all the games I have played with my team. As I was cheering with my teammates, I look back to see my family. They were all sitting there watching happily and shouting my name with praise. I jogged back to my position. I remember when my mom, my coach, and I went to the soccer shop to buy my own equipment for soccer. As I saw all these amazing things in awe, my mom and my coach already have bought me the things that I needed to play. I didn’t notice it until they brought me home with a surprise of a bag full of equipment.

It is eight in the morning and today is the final soccer game of the season. The season coming to an end is a bittersweet feeling. The game starts at nine, but coach wanted us there early to warm up before the game. We are taking a bus to the field. Everyone is in the zone, so the bus is completely silent. On our way to the game I am listening to music trying to get my mind in the right place. We were going to go against the best team in the state. To some people it is just a game, but to my team and I this is the modern day World War 2.

I continued to play soccer in my youth and actually developed to become the captain in my club team as well for my other teams. My mother was there; every game, every practice, every loss, to guide me along the way. In the off-season she would take me to random camps to make me a better player. 6 years later , I had to go through surgery and I had to give up the one thing I truly loved. Wanting nothing to do with soccer, I