Ever since I was seven years old I’ve been playing football. I’ve played other sports too, but football has always been what I’ve flourished best at. Football has just always caught my attention more than other things.
I remember every ride when we would go drop of my brother at practice. I always wanted to play but never asked if I could join. One day I stayed for his practice and the coach for the team, Coach Gibbs, asked me why I wasn’t playing. I told him that I had always wanted to play but never built up the courage to ask my parents. After practice he talked to my parents about letting me join, and when my parents asked me if I wanted to join, to their surprise I said yes. My parents told me when we got home that I would be joining a pee-wee football team because I wasn’t old enough to play on my brother’s team. I told them that I only wanted to play on my brother’s team. It was settled, I would play for the 8-10 year olds when I was only 7, much to my mom’s worry.
I remember playing for my first football team, the Ponies. I know it wasn’t the manliest name for a football team, but we did win a Little Bowl. I remember the feeling when I played my first game; it was so breathtaking, literally and figuratively, it was just so much fun.
After I turned 11 I started playing for the older group of Ponies. I started playing for the Mustangs. During this time I was in 6th grade, and also playing football for my school. I had practice in the morning for school and practice in the afternoon for the Mustangs. It was tough, but I was willing to do it for football.
Once I started high school I focused only on playing for my school. We haven’t had the greatest years but we’re getting better.
Ever since that first day that I practiced, football has been a major part of my life and my main talent.
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