Personal Narrative: My Life As A High School Football Player

“If at first you don’t succeed try , try again.” At the age of six I was starting to play football. The game was a hard hitting running and commitment. I was six years old at the time now I’m fourteen a freshman in high school a lot has changed.

Before birth football seemed like it would be a factor in my life. My uncles and cousins were key players of their high school football teams. Even though they were a factor I developed a love for the game myself. The drive from my family made me want to go harder.

Nine years old I was a happy but good sandlot football player. I was either captain or first pick in every game I could remember. Those days were the best time of my life even the older kids picked me on their team before there on friends. At the time I thought it was just another sandlot game

but, somehow I knew they believed I was a special player.

Those hot days in those great summers football was my favorite pastime. I lived in a house with two sisters and no brothers the most close thing to a brother was my football some friends and the field.

My 8th grade year around the month of February people were starting to recognize spring football was right around the corner. I was a middle school stud says most coaches I played bandit and sometimes safety full time. Tine seemed to fly faster and faster day by day the team was coming ! Spring had finally come and walking on the I was a pretty favorable upcoming freshman by coaches and players. The first couple of practices were great I never known so much went into high school football but I eventually found out. My knee was hurting a lot my 7th grade year because of ball that

year was my worse year of ball ever. I was hurt and had to cut my hair to return my 8th grade year because of some rules., But anyway I tore a tendon in my knee I was hurt but never told a soul I was a player I had to play. Spring was great football seemed like it would be a simple as middle school football., Anyways the summer workouts and practice’s changed the smile on my face. I worked through the whole summer missing only one excused practice. The commitment of making practices showed coaches hard work and that is a key factor in dressing out for Friday nights. I am a freshman player that does not start varsity but that does not mean I’m going to give up like some other players did on that summer journey. A lot of times you may seem like you are there for no reason wasting your time summers and afternoons’. ,But everyone time will come one day. Only the strong will be able to survive the hot days of no varsity reps and bad days. Some will quit and that happened this long but very short journey. “It’s not the skill of the man it’s the will of the man”.