Personal Narrative Essay: My First Day Of Playing Soccer

It was my first day of tryouts. I was 7 years old and love to play soccer. At the time playing soccer was my life. Rapid Wien was/is the best team in Austria. I was super nervous because it was the first time i ever tried out for such a big team. My heart was beating. BOOM….boom boom. I laced up my shoes and pulled up my socks. I was ready for the challenge. I run onto the field and the coach asked me what my name was in German. My German was not so good at the time, so it took me a while to say, A.a.a Alessandro. “Nachname?” UHH Del. De.De. Delfabbro. I was nervous and i made sure it didn't affect the way i played. Right when i touched the ball i knew this was the team for me. Tryouts went by super quickly and it was decision making. I had to stand in a line and they picked who they wanted. They called out the name, Marcus Steinhardt then they called Alessandro Del Fabbro. I had to act cool but inside I was delighted. I saw my dad who had a massive smile on his face. I went up to the coach and he told me that my first practice is
I was playing for Fcz and id had already been playing for 2 years. It was a very Good team but it was not better than rapid wien. It was the best team in Switzerland and I felt like home. Football makes me feel at home, no matter what. It brings everyone together and creates a smile on multiple peoples faces. It was 2013 and I got horrible news from my parents. My dad just quit his job. He wasn't happy with it so he did what was best for him which was too quit it. Quitting his job meant we had to move to a new place. All the friends I made, I had to abandon. All the new teammates I made, I had to abandon. It was 2011 all over again. My parents had to decide where to go. They did not have a lot of time because they already sold the house. I kept saying Vienna, Vienna, Vienna. It felt like my voice was irrelevant to my parents, they did not listen to me. OR DID THEY?