Personal Narrative: Why Boys Are Men?

“Today is the day you boys become men,” That’s all I remember my coach yelling, over and over again. I was nervous because this was my first game as a varsity football player. When that big yellow school bus pulled off, everything began to move in slow motion, my heart begun to pound as if something was trying to jump out of my chest, sweat slowly made its way down my face, one trickle at a time; everything was seemed so quite. “Make sure y’all grab everything or you’ll be on the side line with me.” Coached yell to the team as we arrived to Nelson Stadium. On our way to the locker room, I seen the other team players already on the field warming up, these guys where twice my size! “What are you looking over there for boy, are you scared boy?” No sir; We was still 2 hours away from the game, but now it was time for us to take the field and warm
As we go dressed, it was a dead silence in the locker room, I can hear every hamlets being buckled, tape being rapped, shoulders pads being clicked on and more. “Ok let’s go!” it was time to take the field for warms ups and I was already nervous. As we walked to field to a single file lined, the sun shined on our glossy new silver helmets, even more on my new customized purple and silver Nike football cleats. While warming up, our running backs coach Kyle yelled out at the team every 5 minutes “If you ready let me hear you!” and we replied back by saying “I’m ready you ready!” after a few drills it was time to go back into the locker room; locking up at the score board, I notice now, we only had 30 minutes to go before kickoff, the sky was becoming dark, the stands was becoming more and more full with family, friends, marching bands, teachers and more, I was still nervous, but not as much as I was earlier that