“Kay, look alive!” my dad frantically calls me. The rustling white flowers under my legs implores me to continue making dandelion crowns, but I reluctantly get up and chase after the ball at my T-Ball game. The year is 2012, and I’m slowly getting the hang of this newfound sport. Throughout my childhood, I was fortunate enough that my parents exposed me to every activity imaginable: basketball, volleyball, tennis, softball, soccer, and so much more. I attempted to be the best at every possible extracurricular activity and excelled at many, but it wasn't until I turned 14 that I discovered my favorite sport of all time: lacrosse. During the winter leading up to the end of my eighth grade year, I came to the conclusion that I needed a change. Softball had become too monotonous, and …show more content…
When I first held and passed with my lacrosse stick, it felt clunky and awkward in my hands; I felt like it didn’t truly belong to me. As the practice progressed, I learned more valuable skills and components of the game, such as catching with a soft hand, following through on my shot, and maintaining correct hand positioning. By the end of practice, I felt competent in my skill set in lacrosse, as if I’d been playing my entire life. Despite being aware of my hard work and athleticism, I grappled with why I was able to pick up lacrosse, a sport I've never tried, so quickly. The answer came to me as I reflected back on my sports-filled childhood: I had been unknowingly cross-training myself for lacrosse my entire life. From my hot summer nights playing softball, which taught me the correct catching stance, to my club basketball-filled evenings, which versed me in similar plays that we would be running, to my Saturday morning soccer games, which undoubtedly exposed me to the brutality of paced running on a soccer
correlates to the movie 12 Angry Men which shows prejudice of a eighteen-year-old Hispanic boy. The boy is being held on trial after he is presumed about murdering his father with a knife. The majority of the jurors vote guilty basing it off their personal views, but there is one who votes him not guilty. This shows that racial profiling is a key factor used in making this decision. Racial profiling should not
Autism in the Media "Weepinbell, w-e-e-p-i-n-b-e-l-l; Tentacool, t-e-n-t-a-c-o-o-l ; Geodude . . . ," yelled Connor. We were playing his favorite game - identify and spell the names of all 156 Pokêmon characters. Connor is a three-year-old boy I worked with as part of the SonRise therapy that his mother organized after he was diagnosed with autism. During my thrice-weekly Connor-directed playtime visits, I entered his world instead of making him enter mine and encouraged eye contact to
well by my game assignor, who has a manager like role for us referees. Though I initially became involved due to my brother becoming involved before me, as he moved on to other leagues, I stayed with the local teams from ages six to around 14. During the games that I would officiate, there often would me minor injuries and parent interferences in the game. In one of my most unexpectedly serious games, I had to disperse a crowd of adults in the midst of a U8 recreational soccer game. This game was at
You undoubtedly recall your preferred game from early childhood— a lot of individuals do. The game very likely included your preferred toy, possibly a car, or a doll. In actual fact, the minute you reflect on recollections from your childhood, toys ought to be amongst the initial objects to come to mind to induce a clear image of early childhood. Toys have been seriously underrated by their owners and particularly by grownups, disdained as the "supporting role" in indoor or outdoor distractions,
Personal Narrative- Monocross Motorcycle Ride As my flesh started to be spread across the pavement, dirt, and gravel, I thought to myself "Why, why did I ride today?" I wish I could have thought of a better way to get home that day. It had been raining that afternoon and the thought had crossed my mind not to ride home, but I didn't want to leave my bike at school. The day started out like any other day, except for one difference, I decided to ride my motorcycle to school. I woke up that
Personal Narrative I am writing about an event which happened in my life that I would never forget. It was when Christ Church School took us all to Chessington World of Adventures for an end of Y9 trip. I don't remember the exact date seeing as this was two years ago, but I remember all the main events and important goings on. It all started when I woke up for school, normal time, in my normal routine, although I didn't pack any books or put on my school uniform. I went straight
see the poverty in the nation and continued their superficial lifestyles. It soon became “fashionable to honor the poor,” illustrating the higher class’ poor inability to sympathize with the lower class (Doctorow, 34). Doctorow describes the Poverty Balls that the higher class would throw: Guests came dressed in rags and ate from tin plates and drank from chipped mugs. Ballrooms were decorated to loo... ... middle of paper ... ...y Doctorow, is to write them back in” (Wright, 14). Wright explains
Personal Narrative: The World The world is a messed up place and we are all stuck here until our lives are through, or until we choose to leave. It's strange that I go along with everything everyone tells me, such as that I should ware certain cloths or listen to certain songs. I often wonder why I do the things I do, but then I just realize that's who I am. People are confused about why they are here and they don't understand what life is supposed to be about. They think that they should be a certain