Personal Narrative: How Soccer Changed My Life

It was an eventful summer, or you could say a summer with one major event. July sixteenth in particular was that one day that stood out bolder than the rest. It has been over a decade since the time I started investing my summers with sports practices and games. Each year, I took it up a notch. I didn’t really know how I felt about sports. When I was younger, I continually nurtured my skills for a future I didn't even see. Much like how I used to always read. The vocabulary, grammar, and structure I gained knowledge from reading didn't seem to matter back then. Until sixth grade, I really didn’t have a spark that motivated me to do anything. I believe the exact phrase my friend Emily said was, “I will teepee your house every single night until you decide to try out for Citadel.” This Citadel travel soccer team is what gave me better sense of who I was.
Have you ever been so passionate about something that it completely controls your life style? Soccer is my passion. It is everything. Freshman year planted a mindset in me that I could honestly achieve anything my mind and heart were set on doing. I earned a Sectional championship as

First pitch I see is low outside that makes a poof of dust flutter into the air as the ball bounced. I take a step outside the box to receive my sign and step back in anxiously to get a hit. Next thing I know, the ball flies over the infield. I’m sprinting as fast as I possibly can. That bright ball came in as I slide and popped back up onto the base. I stretched out my legs. I was sore, but something was wrong. Fourth batter comes up and swings for the fence. I’m hustling and immediately when I planted my right leg onto the third white bag: it buckled. I keep on going and it popped and popped again. An instant limp started taking over my right leg. I don’t know what happened, except for the fact that I couldn't walk correctly. That innocent slide into second was my wake up