Personal Narrative: Soccer Is The Only Sport In Venezuela
“Just try it.” These were the words that my dad used to encourage me to try baseball. Before this moment, soccer was the only sport I played. Since I could remember, I have always enjoyed playing soccer; attending practices of my local recreational team . As a kid at the age of 7, I loved the rush of joining the kids from both teams to recklessly chase the same ball looking like a pack of headless chickens. I felt the parents had as much fun watching the game as the kids did playing the game. Despite my enjoyment of playing soccer, I was curious to find out if I would like any other sport.
That’s when my dad decided I should try baseball.
His idea of wanting me to play baseball was not random. Venezuela, the country where my dad was born and raised, lives on the sport. Despite the country having many other sports, all you hear people talking about is baseball. Due to many Venezuelans being …show more content…
Starting from the first practices with my local baseball team, I was worse than all the other kids. A dislike towards the sport added to the uphill battle of getting better. My desire to go back and play soccer kept on growing. Even with the failure I was experiencing playing baseball, I fought through the year like a soldier, attending every game and practice, with a goal to make dad happy.
The dispassion I had towards Baseball was taking notice by my dad. He said, “You don’t like baseball don’t you…” I sadly accepted it and I felt the response would let him down. To my surprise, my dad responded by saying, “You don’t have to play baseball if you don’t want to. You can do whatever makes you happy.” Soon after conceding to not liking baseball, I went straight back to my favorite sport, soccer. Immediately, I felt much happier attending each practice and this gave me the drive to develop as a better player. Little did I know that my dad’s advice would still motivate me to this
That’s when my dad decided I should try baseball.
His idea of wanting me to play baseball was not random. Venezuela, the country where my dad was born and raised, lives on the sport. Despite the country having many other sports, all you hear people talking about is baseball. Due to many Venezuelans being …show more content…
Starting from the first practices with my local baseball team, I was worse than all the other kids. A dislike towards the sport added to the uphill battle of getting better. My desire to go back and play soccer kept on growing. Even with the failure I was experiencing playing baseball, I fought through the year like a soldier, attending every game and practice, with a goal to make dad happy.
The dispassion I had towards Baseball was taking notice by my dad. He said, “You don’t like baseball don’t you…” I sadly accepted it and I felt the response would let him down. To my surprise, my dad responded by saying, “You don’t have to play baseball if you don’t want to. You can do whatever makes you happy.” Soon after conceding to not liking baseball, I went straight back to my favorite sport, soccer. Immediately, I felt much happier attending each practice and this gave me the drive to develop as a better player. Little did I know that my dad’s advice would still motivate me to this