Personal Narrative: It's First Time To Play Football

Football has always been one of those sacred games in our family. Every Sunday we sat down to watch the game, no matter who was playing, we were at the TV. Friday Nights came and we were out on the field watching. Although moving all the time made things difficult and complicated. Since the day my brother was born we knew he would be one of the best however, things haven’t always been easy or always been all about the game. Peyton, my brother, was born 20 March 2000. Since day one we weren’t able to get a ball out of his hands. The day he started walking and running he was throwing the ball and learning the plays. However, things weren’t always easy. Being military brats we were constantly moving. Living on three different continents and never really knowing how long we will be staying, it became very difficult. Somehow, it never seemed to stop him.
Flag football was where he found a love for the game that he didn’t really know he had. He and my dad would relish in the moments that they went on the field (my dad being one of the coaches). Although it took a lot for him to really enjoy the encounterment with other kids. When he was younger he absolutely hated the fact that people would touch him or try to take his flags. It wasn’t until we moved to Scott AFB, IL that things began to change. Peyton’s coaches in Mascoutah (the town we went to school in) and just about everyone in town were very religious. Around this time is when my brother and I were introduced to FCA or the Fellowship of Christian