Personal Narrative: Soccer In My Life

I consider myself is persistent. I am the type of person who will not give up until the goal is reached or achieved. I have high expectations from my family, friends, and the people I work with. They believe that from what I do, what I know, and who I am know that I can go somewhere and become someone. I come from a family where college is a rare chance only certain family members have gone to college. My family know I have what it takes to go to college and they are making sure I go by asking me where I want to go, what I want to do, and how I am going to get there. I am one of few kids in my entire family to have both parents that have at least attended some sort of college. With this my parents have been all over me with college and some say I have it easy but my life is actually harder than it might sound.
I have been playing soccer since I was four years old and I am still playing to this day. Soccer brings the family together. Everyone in the family has played soccer for at least a year, it is what I guess you can call a family tradition to play at least one year of soccer. When I play soccer I feel as if I am in a different place, my happy place. When I step on the field my mind clears of anything that is not soccer related. Soccer in a way relates to school. You start at midfield with the ball, one mistake, failing a test or class, will make you go down to the bottom of the field making you further away from the goal. Making the right choices or decisions can get you back up the field getting you closer and closer to getting the “ball” into “the back of the