I take the final step to the ball and aim towards the goal. I miss. As a child, I never had the opportunity to play any sport and I never had a father to teach me any. My mom worked long hours as a laborer and my sister was going through a "teenage crisis." As a fifth-grader, I focused on school and I also obtained good grades but there was something missing. I felt my life was completely boring as I heard my friends brag about their trip to Disney with their whole family or going the beach. It wasn't until I entered the eighth grade. I stayed in the afterschool program, since there was transportation, and I was called to the soccer field by my friends and the first thing I heard was, "if any of you would like to join the soccer team, raise your hand" stated the coach. I suddenly looked up.
"Here's my chance to finally do something INTERESTING", I thought to myself and quickly raised my hand.
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The Beautiful Game of Soccer
Acak**there may be grammatical errors PLEASE COMMENT ON WHAT YOU THINK! I'M NOT VERY GOOD WITH WRITING BUT I'D LIKE TO KNOW HOW I'M DOING.
