Personal Narrative: My Experience With Football

It was the summer of 2013, and I was going to be a senior in high school, and like every other summer for the past 4 years, I spent the majority of my summer training for football. I didn’t hate it or else I would have quit the team and done something else with my life, but at the same time I felt as if we were given no break from football. It felt like it was an all year long sport. To me football didn’t just show me how to run the ball, how to catch a ball, and how to tackle. Football also gave me very many life lessons and experiences that I will never forget. Especially, one experience where I was racially profiled. Summer camp was finally here which was a football camp where my team and another team practiced and scrimmaged with each other for a whole week, and it was something everyone waited all summer to come. Although, I could not participate due to the fact that I was still healing from an injury that I had the previous season, at least that’s what my coach said because I was not yet approved by my doctor, but I knew I was completely healed and was as ready if not more ready than any other player.
The camp started fairly early, so we didn’t have any parents to take us to the camp, since most of them worked, and I guess our team did not have sufficient funds to pay for a bus, so our coached trusted us that we could drive ourselves. Which is what we did, but we carpooled because driving with people is more fun than driving alone. Since, I was unable to drive due to my injury I got into the car of one of my teammates that played the offensive line. He drove a brown 1980’s impala that looked a lot like a lowrider, but he argued that it wasn’t. By the time we were ready to leave our car was full with two big Hispanic linemen, 2 receivers one was African American and the other was Hispanic, and then there was me an injured Hispanic running