Personal Essay: A Sport That Changed My Life

It seemed like everyone else in the world had something they loved, something they were obsessed with, except me. Whether they loved sports, school, or hobbies they had something. I on the other hand had tried what seemed like every sport possible, every activity possible, and school came easy to me. The only problem was that nothing ever stuck with me, and this led to a lot of netflix watching! I wanted to find an activity I loved, felt passionate about and stuck like glue. Yet this task was proving to be harder than it sounded. I would walk into the red brick school and hear people talking about the amazing goal they had shot last night while I had been sitting on my couch flipping through channels. I needed to find something I loved

You name a sport and I have most likely played it for at least a week. Softball was the sport I stuck with for the longest, an entire 4 years! Yet once it became more competitive the soaring, hard, bright yellow sphere plummeting at my head did not seem so fantastic. I also played volleyball, soccer, and swam for the long period of about one month. I even did gymnastics for a week. Flipping over and over made me as dizzy as a drunk person, causing my gymnast career to end. My parents, trying desperately to get me to stick with something, stuck me in track and field hockey. My feet were not enjoying the thumping of the ground and my legs wanted to collapse and never get up again. This was all over the course of years but either way one sport after another was checked off my list. My brain could never truly understand the concept, or point for that matter, of sports. In fact, until this year I thought a touchdown was when you threw the ball into the yellow, two-pronged fork at each end of the field. All in all, I finally realized sports just were not my thing and would have to look on a different kind of playing

When I was in fourth grade I joined a hip-hop dance class. The only problem was my head and the floor were in a relationship and they really liked going on dates. I was definitely not born to be a dancer and this caused me to feel very self concious against the other girls. Yet as soon as I was on stage for the recital, with the beaming lights gleaming down on my colorful costume all my worries washed away. That is why I joined dance again in fifth grade. My parents warned me about not truly enjoying myself during the actual classes but I continued until my head and the floor kissed one to many times, leading to my quitting. During this time I was also in chorus at school. My voice was not the most amazing voice but it was definitely not the worst. Again once the concert came around and my head was held high in front of the bright lights and people my worries washed away and my heart sang it self out. But then in fifth grade, I had to choose between band and chorus, so I chose band. My reasoning was that I could sing whenever I wanted, but I could not randomly pick up an instrument and play. To this day I still play clarinet, but to me it is just a side hobby. Every concert the same thing happened with the lights and the people. This all led me to join