Personal Narrative: My Round Objects

For the past seven years, a round object has been inherently attached to my feet. My whole life has seemingly been revolving around it. When I am in the field, the test tomorrow is not happening, my list of errands becomes completely empty and the people I have to meet tonight do not exist; the only thing that matters is that object.
“Come on! We need another player. Don’t just sit in front of the computer all day, try to be physical for a change,” said my cousin to the shy ten year old me while he was again forcefully taking me to the ground to play soccer with his team. Who knew that the kid who did not even want to enter the ground in the first place, would not want to get out of there now?
When my first encounter with a soccer ball occurred, my only rationale was to fill the void of an extra player. I was not motivated to perform in the ground. However, as time passed, my attitude towards the game changed; my time in the field started to become less uncomfortable and my visits, longer. Day by day, my fascination with

Hence, I requested my uncle to let me join his senior soccer club. Even though he agreed to let me join them during practice, I was not promised any game time during matches. I have lost count of the times when I sat outside the field for the whole 90 minutes while the team played. At most, I was given 2-3 minutes to play a cameo role. More importantly, it took a 40 minute walk for me to get to the training ground every day.
This happened to shatter my confidence, especially since it took a 40 minute walk for me to get there. But my perseverance got me through these hard times and unlocked an integral part of my personality: determination. If I have learnt anything from practicing under these unpleasant conditions, it is that no matter what the circumstances, each and every obstacle can be overcome and the key element in doing so is your will