Memoir
1. The first day and the first love
Putting on the yellow jersey, the black shorts that were too long and the matching canary yellow socks with my new cleats. The shinguards I have just bought were sitting in my bag waiting to be put on til we arrived at the fields. My mom called for me to get in the car, and make sure to grab my water bottle. I flew from the kitchen table, out the door to the garage and into the car. My mom entered the car shortly after and we began our descent to the Noblesville United Soccer Fields where I would be playing my first game. Being a year younger than anyone else would be quite a bit more difficult than playing kids the same age and size as me. Also, the fact that I was one of two girls on the team may be a struggle. I was chosen to start on the field with the boys at first. There was one other girl on the other team. The air was chilled, and I had a long sleeve underneath my jersey in order to make sure I kept warm throughout the game. I stepped onto the field, and stood waiting for the coaches to come onto the field and blow the whistle in order for the game to be started. I looked at the other team, and then looked at my teammates ready to start. As the whistle was blown I raced forward with the ball, because we had recieved the kickoff. The balls were bouncing around against all the different players, and we were aimlessly kicking the air in hopes of getting contact with the ball. I somehow swing and made contact having the ball roll slowly across the goal line and into the net. ¨GOOAAAL!¨, the crowd cheered and I ran back celebrating with teammates. It was a great feeling. Scoring, and then being able to share the joy with the people around you. You could hear the crowd going wild with joy for their children, the children going wild with joy for themselves, and the coaches going crazy with joy out of pride. It was a proud moment for everyone. The four quarters went by quickly and I was eager to start each one, and
Putting on the yellow jersey, the black shorts that were too long and the matching canary yellow socks with my new cleats. The shinguards I have just bought were sitting in my bag waiting to be put on til we arrived at the fields. My mom called for me to get in the car, and make sure to grab my water bottle. I flew from the kitchen table, out the door to the garage and into the car. My mom entered the car shortly after and we began our descent to the Noblesville United Soccer Fields where I would be playing my first game. Being a year younger than anyone else would be quite a bit more difficult than playing kids the same age and size as me. Also, the fact that I was one of two girls on the team may be a struggle. I was chosen to start on the field with the boys at first. There was one other girl on the other team. The air was chilled, and I had a long sleeve underneath my jersey in order to make sure I kept warm throughout the game. I stepped onto the field, and stood waiting for the coaches to come onto the field and blow the whistle in order for the game to be started. I looked at the other team, and then looked at my teammates ready to start. As the whistle was blown I raced forward with the ball, because we had recieved the kickoff. The balls were bouncing around against all the different players, and we were aimlessly kicking the air in hopes of getting contact with the ball. I somehow swing and made contact having the ball roll slowly across the goal line and into the net. ¨GOOAAAL!¨, the crowd cheered and I ran back celebrating with teammates. It was a great feeling. Scoring, and then being able to share the joy with the people around you. You could hear the crowd going wild with joy for their children, the children going wild with joy for themselves, and the coaches going crazy with joy out of pride. It was a proud moment for everyone. The four quarters went by quickly and I was eager to start each one, and