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I played a lot of sports growing up, but my main focus was soccer. My mother had put me in soccer when I was around three because I had too much energy, and I don't think she thought soccer was going to be such a big part of my life. I was never really a shy person growing up and I think soccer was a big part of that because I was always around a lot of other people. Also through soccer I had also learned what it meant to be a part of a team and learned how to communicate and work with others. I played soccer in a club league and I also played in middle school and high school. During my club season I had met a lot of girls who were worried about college recruitment. I had never really thought about playing college soccer before until this point.
Soccer has guided me in many ways to become the person I am. Especially in high school, the sport has showed me how to be much more cooperative and open with others. Before high school, I isolated myself from others and had only a few close friends. Rather than being a sociable, I acted as though I was the only person in the world and had the outlook that as long as I do what is right individually, there is no need for me to work with others. This outlook changed when I joined the soccer team at Holy Spirit, my high school. With the way soccer is at the high school level, I had no choice but to cooperate and associate my selves with others. Once on the field, instead of introducing myself as "me" I had to introduce myself as a part of the team. You win as a team and you lose as a team. Sometimes I wanted to drive to games myself, and I was not allowed to because we are supposed to travel together and it would be wrong to the team for me to separate myself from the group.
Being involved in a sport was one of the best things I ever did. I starting playing soccer at the age of 7 and did not stop until I was out of high school. I loved to play soccer more than anything, I would play fall soccer, spring, winter, and summer leagues, and I could never get enough of soccer. I too, just as Mox had a couple of coaches I did not agree with, I hated to play for them because I felt that they had other motto’s besides just coaching the team. I would still play because I loved the game but did not agree with what they had to say. If I had a good coach I would play my hardest to help the team out.
Playing soccer has also brought my family closer together. Both my parents and my sisters would come to all my games and support me. No matter the outcome of the game my family was always there for me. My family has been at my important games and the games that I am not so proud of. Even though they have seen the worst of the sport I still love having them watching me play. They have been the reason I have never given up. And I love making them proud. In the past year, my travel team folded and I thought that I would never have another team to play on. It was very upsetting knowing that I would not be playing with the same girls that I have played with my entire life. Yet, I joined an intramural team and started playing again. I played on a co-ed team for two more years before I graduated high school. On the intramural tea...
I started playing soccer when I was four years old. At the time I had a lot of problems. To name a few, I was bad at working with others, I was a sore loser, and I did not handle pain or disappointment well. When I started to play soccer I had a low self esteem and was terribly shy. Going up and talking to people was not on my list of things to do. This made it pretty hard for me to fit in with all the other kids and make friends. It was hard to enjoy playing soccer when I felt as though I had no friends on the team. My parents noticed my dislike in the sport, but urged me to keep playing anyway.
After four years of a new team every season, I went into my first practice of my fifth soccer season expecting the same to be true. Play on this team for one year and then be randomly placed on a different one the following year. Little did I know this team, especially the coaches, would leave a lasting impact on my life. I gained an invaluable support system that has stuck by my side for an upwards of nine years.
I’ve always been the type of person that truly enjoys athletics and have participated in nearly all sports offered to me. I started playing sports in elementary with club softball and basketball. As I entered my middle and high school years I was able to add the school sanctioned sports to my list of activities. This afforded me the opportunity of competing in volleyball, basketball, golf, track and softball. The camaraderie and life lessons of sports seemed invaluable to me.
Softball was my main sport, but I did everything else until it was time to play softball. I fell in love with softball at an early age. I would play every summer or I was asked to play which helped me travel all over the place and meet new friends. Each year I played my love for the sport grew more and more. I played on multiple teams throughout the summer. Playing with one of my teams I gained the advantage to visit Santé Fe, New Mexico two years in a row to play softball. When I reached 8th grade I was excited about playing for the high school softball team until I figured out how it really was. Although I was not happy about having to sit on the bench, but I understood that I had to earn the privilege to play, and that the upperclassman were more seasoned.
Growing up playing soccer has indeed shaped me into the person I am today. At first it was just a sport that I played for enjoyment in the community. Next thing I know I got asked to be on a travel team and compete against teams across the west coast. My parents and I became committed to my soccer profession. I started moving up the ranks pretty rapidly for my age. I was traveling to Vegas, San Francisco, Arizona and other states for
One incident that happened to me that change how I thought about sports was when I first started playing soccer. It all started when my mom said that I should join a sport to get me more active. It took me awhile to choose soccer at first because there were so many sports to choose from. I told my mom I wanted to play soccer. She signed me up to play for a non competitive league (GYSA) so I can learn the basics of the sport. She also told me to play I would have to maintain good grades. After hearing that i always tried my best in soccer and school.
As I was growing up, it was my dream to become a famous soccer player. Driven by this motivation, I started playing soccer when I was five years old. Since then I had played for my elementary, middle, and high school team until I joined college and focused on my study.
Everyone always has a crucible on their mind whether it changed and affected them in a good way or bad way. People could have had a family member passing away and they probably were affected in a bad way, or you could have found your soulmate and realized that changed your life and made you really joyful. When i was younger my parents involved me into soccer and i really liked the sport it was great and amazing how i started to find a passion at a young age. Later on i decided to go spend a year at a different recreation soccer center at Fairview and that was a big change since when i was there me and my cousin Anthony, were both in a team together. We played well and had great chemistry but at the end we didn't win the recreation tournament
Growing up in a Nigerian household, I struggled to fit the idea of stoic masculinity that my mother and father valued. They would often echo the words "be a man" which made me feel like I had to be an adult. At the age of six, I sprained my ankle for the first time playing soccer with my older brother, and I remember the overwhelming pain I felt as I cried uncontrollably. "Stop crying" were the first words my mother chose to comfort me, and without hesitation, I wiped my tears quickly to avoid seeing the disappointment in her eyes. I lived in a home where I felt compelled to portray a mature and emotionally stoic demeanor, regardless of the circumstances.
For the last 16 years, Earth has probably had a disastrous time dealing with me, David Antowan on Earth. Thankfully, I personally have not had too bad of a time growing into a loving family of 4 surrounded by tons of opportunities and blessings. Looking back, I have faced many different obstacles that I have been able to surpass thanks to the amazing environment I am continuously surrounded with. I tend to think of myself as someone who is extremely lucky and you will understand just why. Ever since a little kid soccer has been everything for me.
I remember growing up as a kid all the adults in my life would ask me the same question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” My immediate answer would always be a pro football player. Now as a kid that answer was respectable and unchallenged. However, the older I got the more that answer was treated as a joke. More often than not, adults in my life would go from accepting my once career ambitions to replying with, “That’s understandable, but in reality what’s your backup plan?” All throughout the years of grade school, middle school, and high school I had never really put much thought into the reality of what I would be if football didn’t work out. It was not until the second semester of my senior year in high school that I actually started to realize that I had no other passion besides football.
I was pulled up to varsity soccer my freshman year and by the end of the season I had earned myself a starting position on the team. I earned that position by working hard and proving myself which is one of the reasons I love playing sports. Through playing soccer I have gained work ethic and the idea that working hard pays off in the end. Without soccer I would not have learned time management and how to manage both school work and busy game and practice schedules. As a student athlete it has become essential that I be able to handle getting any work done on time regardless what time I may get home.