Sports?! Ha. I wish. Ever since I was a little kid I have wanted to play a sport, especially soccer.

Most of my friends were involved in some kind of sport and it was really hard to hang out with them because they were either having practice or in a tournament or competition. I have always envied their skills, especially when it came to soccer.

Whenever I would go and watch my friend’s soccer game I would imagine myself running up and down the field chasing a ball, watching every move the other players make, with so much adrenaline pumping through your veins. I’ve always dreamt of scoring the winning goal and doing a back flip off the goal post. I know what you’re thinking. Cheesy right? Well I don’t think so.

The only time I even got close to playing in a real soccer game was at recess while I longed for the other kids’ skills and when I went to soccer camp in fifth grade during the summer at Barnwell Middle School. Let me tell you that it was not a pretty sight.

Even though I wasn’t very good I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair and to know that I was a part of a team. I felt important and useful. Although I do have to say that juggling, which is bouncing the ball from foot to head to knee without dropping it, was my favorite part of soccer camp. I wasn’t very good at that either, but that was the time I had the most fun.

Now that I’m older I’ve learned to except that I was not meant for sports. I am now involved with many school clubs and activities and am very happy with the way my life is going. I’m always doing something and now it seems that my friends are having a hard time getting a hold of me.

However, my friends support me and my family is behind me in everything I do. Even though I will probably never be able to play the game professionally, my heart will always be with the field.