A famous quote by Dr. Suess says, “Sometimes you never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” All throughout our lives, we have big moments and we have little moments. The big moments are the ones we usually tend to remember the most, but I believe you should not take the smallest moment for granted. Even though the big moments are the ones we remember the most, usually the smaller moments have the most meaning behind them. There was one event in my life that was one of those smaller moments, though I didn’t realize just how important that moment was at the time. Thinking back now, it was a day that changed me. The day of my senior year Homecoming was one of the best days of my life, this day is where that smaller moment …show more content…
My hair was pinned up in a beautiful updo and I was wearing a beautiful green dress. I would sit atop a car and wave to everyone in the crowd as Geneva high school’s senior homecoming attendant. Usually, in the homecoming parade, I would be cheering alongside my fellow cheerleaders, but this year I wasn’t able to. Oh no, there this that feeling creeping back up again. I took a deep breath, and made my way to the car. As I sat in wait for the parade to begin, I noticed all the groups of people that were to walk in the parade. All the little league baseball players, softball players, and cheerleaders. Would they too feel as emotionally distraught as I do for their senior year? I heard the fire truck alarm ring through the air; the parade has begun. As my car moved along, my hand waved in the air. I noticed many of my friends and family. The smiles on their faces and even some tears in their eyes. Their little girl has finally grown up. I forced a smile and pushed back tears. This should be a happy moment, but the sadness overflowed within me. I don’t want this to be the last homecoming I’m ever truly a part of. I don’t want to watch other classes from the crowd. Could I not stay in high school forever? I laughed at that thought, as if I would really want to stay in high school forever. I guess my mother could sense some sadness coming from me, she looked up at me from the passenger side as if to ask me if I’m alright, I give her a reassuring …show more content…
For the first time that day, I was truly happy. We didn’t have to win that game to be happy, we had each other and that’s all that mattered. We came together on the big “G”. We prayed together, laughed together, and cried together in the middle of the field. That’s when I realized, I’m sure they had the same emotions as I did that day. A mix of happiness and sadness that made us feel like we were crazy. Soon, we would all go our separate ways. This was also one of those little moments I would cherish forever. That day gave me a different outlook on life. Take every day one step at a time, and cherish every moment you can, because life passes you by in the blink of an eye. One by one, we all left the middle of the field to go home with our families. I was about to walk out of the stadium, but I stopped. I looked back and took one last look at the field. I whispered, “Thank you for the great memories that I will cherish forever.” And I continued
When the notion of baseball comes to mind, a feeling of nostalgia and tradition come to me. Many of my feelings and memories originate from my childhood. I remember a beautiful summer day. My dad and I arrived at the baseball stadium to watch the game. We walked up the concrete walkway inside the stadium. The concrete walls and floors made my surroundings drab and grey. Finally, we made it to entrance into the stadium. I came out of the dark tunnels into the bright sunlight. The first thing to catch my eye was the vivid rush of color. Underneath the fluffy white clouds and their deep blue canvas, I could look down and see players in vibrant red and blue uniforms warming up for the game. The well-watered grass on the field was a brighter green than any other grass I had seen. The outfield seemed to be so perfect. It appeared that each blade had been cut by hand. The edge of the infield, where the dark, watered-down dirt met the intensely green grass was a precise and well-defined contrast. We sat down and I took in my surroundings. There were men walking up and down the stairs selling various concessions. They had peanuts, beer, soda, ice cream, popcorn, and many other tempting treats. The players soon finished their warm-ups and the crowd became frenzied with excitement. The game was about to start.
I soon found myself at the open door of Mrs. Walker’s office. I could hardly contain my excitement as I situated myself in the cushioned black chair in front of her. She said to me delicately with compassionate eyes, “I know how bad you want to go, but only one student from our school was selected to attend. It was not you.” She encouraged me to pursue other opportunities over the summer, but her words went in one ear and out the other. I left her office with a pout on my face, feeling somber and
When we entered the stadium we had missed the ceremony of the game, but we wouldn't let that affect us because we thought that everything would be better.Already seated in our row i took a moment to appreciate the stadium, since it was something i always wanted to attend .I took me by surprise that it was nothing like i’ve seen on television, the stadium looked very small and not well maintained and as well as the grass where my team was playing.It was everything that i needed to kill the perfect image
Our All-Star team made it to State which was held in the warm July sun down in Terre Haute, Indiana. Pete, a short red haired kid was my best friend at the time, he would play second base and I would be the shortstop, we were the best two players on the team and we always had each other’s back. Before our first game at State, Pete and I always did our handshake but this time it felt more special because we were both so hype and caught up in the moment that all I remember him saying was “It’s your world. Get on base and let me hit you in, let’s go!” I was always the number one hitter and Pete was number two, the best two baseball players, so we were the ones carrying the team. To start off the game, I hit a double off the wall, pointed at the dugout and my teammates went crazy. The families in the stands started chanting, and it felt like I was on top of the world. Next batter is Pete, he gets a fastball over the plate and belts it into right field, I score and start clapping and our team is going ballistic as we started the game off to a quick 1-0 start. We all thought we had this game in the bag. After the top of the first we were on defense. Our best pitcher was on the mound and everyone in
With seconds to spare I arrived at batting practice and began to prepare for my game. I hear coach call out my name and as I he acknowledged that I was there he told me I was pitching. My brain shifted and went into a whole new mode, I was more focused and more determined than I have ever been. This was the biggest baseball game of my career and I 'm starting on the mound. Honestly it couldn 't have turned out any better, the fate of the pin and my team lied in my hands and I loved the pressure. The pressure made me thrive and before I knew it our team was marching onto the field for the national anthem. During the singing of the national anthem I peeked into the crowd and first row down the first base side was the little boy I met on the cart and his dad sitting right next to him. This game was for that little boy, I needed to impress him. I pitched six strong innings and my team ended up winning the game. It was the most exciting game of my career and the best part was being greeted with the best pin in the tournament after such a spectacular win. The little boy ran out into the middle of the field where we shook our opponents hands and in front of everyone in the stadium handed me the only thing I cared about besides winning. I was in the best mood for the rest of the day and I rewarded myself with a nice long sleep. I could only image what the next day had to
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
As our season ended earlier than we wanted my mind filled with memories of everything this team accomplished this season. I thought back to the games we won, the practices we had, and my time with the kids. I looked around at the excitement on display by the team that won, and the dejection on the faces of my team. I looked into the stands to see the band, the cheerleaders, the families, and the friends that all stayed until the end to send the boys home one more time. I walked to the locker room and listened to the coaches and the players say their goodbyes to the 2016 team and challenge the 2017 team.
It was the last season of my football career and it could not have been going better. We were winning games and were having a blast. The team was giving high fives and banging helmets together. We were a true family; growing closer than any team I had ever been with before. I was standing with my teammates as we said the same prayer before our game as we did every week. “Our Father Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.” The deep, strong voices rang throughout the room sending chills down my back. I loved it.
I had not much time to think so I just acted! I swung the bat hard making contact with the ball and as I felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins I looked out to deep right field where the ball had sailed over the right fielder's head. When I seen the ball drop down the foul line and my teammate running home I knew I did it. I was as much emotional as I was proud for myself as I stood on the base and waited for my team to rush the field. I felt the best I had in a long time! Everything worked out just as I had wished and dreamed of it for so long.In all the midst of the cheering, yelling, and chaos I was at peace and felt the proudest of my life as I stood like a statue on that field looking like one of the joyful men on the face of the Earth that night. Everything had just happened so quickly it was almost hard to process it all at one time. I was almost shook with emotion that night and it took a lot of power to keep from going crazy because of all the happiness that night had brought
Starting college was not what I expected it to be. I have always been excited to go to college since I was little because I’ve always wanted to get a degree that could help people, animals, and the environment. I did not expect my Freshman year of college to turn out the way it did. I knew there would be challenges, but I did not expect that there would be so many large emotional valleys for me to overcome. I hoped the greatest challenges I would face were midterms and finals. I did not expect the great amount of loss I would experience which began the summer before my Freshman year. I had a bright start, I was looking forward to being a cheerleader at UMHB. I made lots of friends and I was able to go see my boyfriend whenever I wanted - what could go wrong?
The announcer began announcing our team to start the introduction for the game. Since I was the lead-off batter, my name was echoed over the park first. It was at this time that the feeling elevated; the feeling that makes every baseball field so special. As my teammates yelled for me, while I ran to the nearest baseline and faced the crowd, the feeling gave me goose bumps and raised the hairs on the back of my neck. The feeling is so amazing that it will keep me playing baseball for as long as possible because it makes my love for the sport that much more. I can't even begin to explain the complex feeling I get when I walk on a baseball field, but that feeling will always be cherished and hopefully when I pass on my love of baseball to others, they will too understand what that special diamond makes me feel like.
Our kicker went on to kick the extra point, as only one minute remained on the time clock. The Clark Cougars went on to beat the Williams Warriors. I could see it now on the front page of the town newspaper. "Clark demolishes Williams for the first time in 14 years!" We finally beat the best team in the world! As we celebrated, and jumped around on the soggy grass, a tear came to my eye. It was all hitting me now. I finally achieved the goal of my life! I could not control the tremendous smirk on my face. As I watched the coach from the opposing team cry in agony, I thought to myself, "That must be what they call the agony of defeat." I knew that the moment of my life I had long waited for, was gone. Only memories are left in my mind, and I cherish every single one of them.
I want you to remember the small, seemingly insignificant things that happened to you while you were growing up. You know, like the simple smile that your best friend gave you when you were really down and needed a boost. Like the many times you walked down the hall, high-fiving your buds, showing you cared without getting all goofy about it. You didn't even realize that they were down and just knowing they had a friend in you boosted them to face the next school challenge.
My parents sensed my troubles and we moved. Adjusting to a new high school took time. It was not easy making new friends and I continued to be lost. These incidents weighed heavily on my mind. My anguished heart refused to see beyond my own woes. A recent disturbing incident changed my purview of life.
It was my first football game. I never considered myself a big football person--I used to think football wasn’t for me. I’d always been a timid, gentle person, who didn’t seem to possess the qualities a football player should have; I wasn’t very competitive, or aggressive, or intimidating. Yet, although I knew I didn’t represent the average football player, I felt in this moment as if I were one. All of my attention was on one thing--walking out of this stadium celebrating a win with my teammates.