Personal Narrative: My Experience In Hockey

When I was in seventh grade I decided to join hockey. I had never stepped on ice or touched a hockey stick before in my life. I arrived at the arena on the first day of practice with a heart full of mixed emotions. Naturally, I was extremely scared of the unknown, but I was also extremely excited to try this new sport. I was missing most of the necessary equipment because neither I or my parents knew what I needed. The coach was able to borrow me some equipment from the association. I spent the next three months repeatedly skating in between the blue lines every practice, learning how to skate. I fell and hurt myself more time than I can remember, but I improved a lot. The only thing that kept me going was watching the other kids effortlessly skating past me, I wanted to be like them. Every small achievement made me try harder each day. Most of the other players had been playing hockey since they could walk, I was an outsider to them. I did not fit in well, I was shy, especially because my English was very poor at the time. I did not want to embarrass myself so I did not speak unless I had to. Inevitably the kids in the team started to harass me in many ways, I was the only non-white player in the team. I do not believe it was their intention to be evil, they
It is one of the most important lessons anyone can learn in life. Everyone must learn it in different ways throughout their lives. I could have just given up on hockey and restrained myself to the activities where I felt comfortable but I have always liked challenges. I have to prove to myself that I am capable of doing anything I want in life, it doesn't matter how hard it might be. This experience has made me a more powerful person in the sense that I believe in myself. No one can take that away from me, I learned that as long as I trust in my abilities to overcome any obstacle in my life there will always be a way to reach