A half-hearted season in 2^nd grade hardly left an impression on me, and throughout middle school and most of my high school, I had no desire whatsoever for the sport. 

Truth be told, I really never had a desire for any sort of sport; the only exercise I got was making myself tired on a treadmill at the gym. During those years, exercise was not an enjoyment, it was a necessity just like eating and sleeping. But after my soccer season during senior year, it has become a passion.

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These scrimmages were the building blocks of my hope for winning and for the joy of the game. And although our league consisted of teams that were much more experienced than ours, I continued to keep an excited attitude and a hopeful approach. It was my first season, and I embraced the challenge of striving to do my best for each and every game.

Our very last game was the pinnacle of my soccer season. Although we lost on another team’s field, the fervor and energy we carried was incredible. I poured my heart and soul into that game. I’m proud to say that I didn’t let in a single goal, and I almost made the opposing strikers afraid to get possession of the ball. Those last twenty minutes are something I will always remember, and every time I play a sport I will try to replicate that performance.

As the season came to a close, I realized how far I had come. I had become a very good defender through determination and passion for the game. I began to miss the whole experience of practicing on the wide field with the faded lines after school hours.