Personal Narrative Essay About Soccer

Surrounded by a massive ray of brightness, complete silence, I was just as shocked as my mother and father standing on the lush and thick grass. All I could see was my teammate, Zayna with her short, black, thick hair and the other team's goalie. I was standing on the field right in front of the goal. Even at the age of 8 years old, one soccer goal would be a great accomplishment for me and would help me move forward in life. I was so excited when I joined my first soccer team, the Hornets, because I have always loved playing soccer and I finally got a chance by playing on a real team. Our uniform could not be beaten. Our jersey was pink and black with black shorts. Our socks were pink with black stripes which I adored. One Saturday morning,
It was like a slow motion movie. I could only see a speck of the ball in the air. The sun pierced out the clouds and shined brightly into my eyes. I was staring straight at the ball then at the goal, then back at the ball again. The ball decked my forehead and flew back into the air. I was facing the goal, and I hadn't even noticed it. The goalie with a bright neon green jersey dived into the air to block my header. She dived late and completely missed the ball. The ball whipped the net, and I was shocked, but also excited at the same time.
I could hear everyone screaming,”Oh my gosh, yes Salma, you go girl.”
All my teammates came up to me and yelled, “That was a great shot.” They said, “THAT WAS SICK!”
I could hear the parents on the side of the field yelling, “Good job, Salma!”
My coach even said to me, “I’m glad I put you playing on forward.”
I had no words to express what I was feeling. I have made my parents, coach, and teammates proud of me and have made a status for myself. I knew that after this accomplishment I could achieve things I truly desire in life if I am willing to work hard to get