When I was younger, I outgrew my girly side and started to be more of a tomboy. I ditched dresses for soccer cleats and simply fell in love with playing soccer.
Funny things about me getting into soccer was I originally had zero interest. In my family, soccer was something all my siblings played.
My father asked me on a few occasions if I’d like to play soccer, and I said no. Then one day he said well I’d get munchkins at half time so I said “I’ll play in excitement.”
I started playing soccer, I think, at around 5 or 6 years old. My father was the coach of our team. As years went by, I became really good at it.
I scored a goal off a corner kick when I was older and was in the newspaper for that. I wasn’t really fazed the day that happened, but looking back that’s a pretty big deal.
I played soccer throughout my life. From local town tes to traveling teams. I was a great athlete growing up. One part of playing I struggled with, even though I did often make goss as is, was I’d kick the ball up and over the goal. The parents and my dad would joke and put their hands in the air, yelling field goal! I did eventually go to a local college soccer camp. That’s when I learned how to play better and not punt the ball up and over the soccer goal.
Eventually, as I hit high school, I gave up on soccer, but to this day, I regret that and do miss playing. At least I got to experience it, though, when I did.
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