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There comes a time in everyone's life where you need to set your priorities and make your dreams become your reality. My step dad once told me “ if you want something in life, you need to work your ass off, because someone somewhere is.” This really got me thinking and its a life moral that I've lived by. If you want to pursue your passion whether it be in art, music or dancing then it's better to start now then too late. You don't want to wake up one day and realized you've missed your opportunity to make your dreams come true. For me, my life and dreams revolves around sports, but soccer in particular. I live and breathe soccer just like the rest of my family. Everyone in my family has played soccer throughout their life at a young age. From soccer clubs to travel teams, and through their high school years. I didn't start to fall for the
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Growing up hasn't always been so easy with my mother having me at 16 and being a single parent, Sometimes I’d have to go to work with my grandpa, or grandma whoever it may be because we couldn't afford a babysitter at the time, sometimes I would have to stay home by myself at a young age. But Every Time I had a chance to go to work with my grandpa I’d instantly say yes without hesitation. Reason being every lunch break I would hear of my grandpa's stories of his friends back in Mexico when they would play soccer in the streets of the plaza. Or on the dried cracked fields under the glaring sun that felt like I was melting internally when I went to Mexico, but for my grandpa, it was practically nothing. I felt like as if I die any moment of heat exhaustion, while they would be able to play for hours at a time. I haven't experienced a field as the one my grandpa talked about, This was new to me I was used to playing on freshly cut wet grass on bitter cold temperatures and slowly start to feel the numbness take over my hands and
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.
While I was in high school, I joined the soccer team. There were 15 girls in a team. There were three girls, whose last name was Lepcha. Who think that they play better soccer then everybody in a team and they do play well but not good as they thought they were. They had started playing soccer for one or two years ago. There were two other girls, whose name was Sabina and Dilu. They were my best friends. My one friend Sabina had played soccer for quite long and she played well but she did not have an attitude as Lepcha did. My second friend was Dilu; she was not that good at soccer. It was her first time playing soccer just like me. I do not know other people who were on a soccer team but the one thing I know about them was that it was their
I have never played a single second in a game of soccer in my life, and people said I should play soccer because I am really good at it. So it was back in Kindergarten when we started doing soccer for a PE lesson. And as kids they wouldn’t be as good as kids like in 2nd Grade so they taught us how to kick the ball, how to play the game, what to do,etc. The main thing we had to learn was kicking the ball. The teachers just taught us how to kick the ball. Just kick the ball. So people were wondering why I didn’t like soccer. So I started playing and i was thinking “this is a game The don’t play on TV” because my dad would only watch baseball and football as sports so I was a little bit confused what we were doing. Then once around 1st Grade when we
There are certain moments in your life where you choose to pause and take a mental picture to help you remember every detail. For me, this moment took place on the sideline of my sixth grade championship soccer game. As a child, I was never drawn to soccer as a sport. I started playing when I was five for the sole purpose of playing with my friends during the weekdays. I did not even begin liking soccer until three years later when I was eleven. But even though my feelings about it changed, one thing about my soccer career always remained the same. My dad attended every single game. He stood in the scorching hot with lemonade and oranges. He stood in the freezing cold with hot chocolate and marshmallows. He would cheer me on for every little move I made during my games. It was through my soccer career that I began to understand and appreciate all of the sacrifices that my dad has made for my sake.
I remember being nine years old, and like any other elementary school kid my mother had me playing soccer. Most kids don’t play soccer with the intention of continuing, and neither did I. When I was nine though, something clicked, and it started with one day, one moment, and one decision that changed who I could’ve been as a person today.
To whomever, it may concern, I would like to introduce myself, I’m Kelly Agurto, a college student who’s currently attending at Essex County College who’s finishing this Fall Semester 2015 and had started in the fall of 2012. I am the youngest child from my mother’s side of the family of both parents. Since both my parents been separated ever since I was six years old. I was fortunate enough to have gotten an opportunity to play soccer both my Freshman and Sophomore year at Essex County College. Soccer has become a medicine, to be able to cope and gained the confidence; also the power to be my own self again. It all started when I was given a chance to play soccer ever since my Junior year in West Orange High School, as a Midfielder. And I’m
“She shoots, she misses, she scores!” Throughout my childhood, soccer was the rock that kept me stable. At four years old, as I dribbled across the field with a ball at my feet, I was easily distracted by the grasshoppers bouncing from blade to blade in the grass. I fell in love with the game as I scurried around aimlessly, hoping to place the ball in the little yellow-rimmed pug net. My love for the game never subsided, but as the years went by, the game was not as simple as scoring in those little pug goals and watching the grasshoppers hop by.
My whole life I've been dedicated to playing football. It has changed my life, and me as a person in ways I couldn't have imagined. I developed a strong passion for the game because it has helped me get through difficult parts of my life and has allowed me to take away, as well as learn, new things. Even though it's just a sport that people play for fun, it has helped me grow into who I am as an individual today.
I’m trying so hard to catch up. But I’m all out of breath. And I can’t keep this up. But I want to prove myself wrong and prove to everyone what I’m capable of. For an example you join the soccer team for the first time. And you end up loving the sport throughout the season. And I one of your games you scored a goal. You’re excited and so proud of yourself. Now you have a story to talk about why that changed your life. To me my life changed when I had my first soccer game. I finally got a chance to play and to show my team that I have what it takes to be in the team. I’ve learn how to play the game, what are my positions, and learned how it’s important to everyone.
I haven't really gone through something challenging In life something big that impacted my life n a negative way. The only thing I can think of Is when my club team broke up. Ths all started back in 2012. My friends and I were playing soccer for fun at the grass field near Fife High School. And my friend Anthony's dad was there.
But it's not just athletics. The same small percentages apply to music and the arts. Even though dreams can take a lot of hard work and patience. We still need to pursue our passion. The path we decide to take needs to be somewhat realistic, so we don’t get heartbroken in the long run.
Everyone have a passion that they are motivated and desire for it.for those who wonder what is a passion, Passion is an intense emotion, a compelling enthusiasm or desire for something. my passion is soccer. it’s that because soccer is not a thing you just play it but you dream it of it and plan for it. to play pro soccer you have to pass different struggles and get motivated every second, every minute, and every day to live your dream.
In this essay i will be talking about my soccer life. Well first off I'm 15 years old and i started playing soccer when I was 7, one day my dad and I were driving home from his basketball game at old airport gym and we passed the soccer field.
My life begins in Lynwood California. I was born in Saint Francis Hospital. As a kid I always enjoyed sports. Part of the reason I always enjoyed sports was because of my father. When I was 7 years old my dad chose to put me in a soccer team. I will always be thankful for that.