Personal Narrative: Iron Man Is Better Than Captain America

I quickly jump out of the car, but i’m not quick enough. Just before the door slams my mom shouts “Be aggressive!”. I do a quick scan to make sure no one was in earshot while speed walking to the field in fear that she may roll down a window. This is my mom’s little catch phrase that she implants into my brain before every game, practice, or tryout. These are the words I play by. I don’t let the super tall girls knock me around, I don't give up the ball easily and I never stop communication with my teammates. Not only, do these words keep me playing at my best, but they also help me live my life.
When following these words I don't take stupid risks, I wait at the stop sign until all the traffic has cleared. I don't waste time in unforgiving situations, like when my brother begins to argue that Iron Man is better than Captain America I take that as my cue to walk away. I do, however, step up to every challenge with the drive and determination I have while playing field hockey. If a teacher says the last problem is the hardest, the last problem it is. If the driving instructor says i'm going to fail the parking section of the test, I will practice until it would be impossible to fail. If my sister tells me I can't cook steak, then I will
She will not back down from a challenge. Whether it's meeting the quota on closed complaints for her company, or trying to revive a dying vegetable garden in the yard, she never gives up. Her humor and uplifting spirit brings a smile to anyone who is around her. The ball of positive energy that I call mom is the main person in my life that makes me, me. From charging the batteries to my pink Barbie Jeep, to closing her eyes and strangling the passenger door of the Suburban, my mom has been there every step of the way through my life. With each milestone she was there, teaching me the way she was taught, therefore sprinkling a little of her in