Soccer Is My Sport And Nothing Can Stop Me From Playing

Soccer means so much to me. I tried so many sports as a kid and never really fit in anywhere. My brother started playing when he was 5 or 6, which made me 8 or 9. I always came and watched his games and helped out at his practices. I wasn't that interested in playing at that age, plus I was doing gymnastics. I liked it, but I didn't really fit in. I eventually quit gymnastics and did other activities with my friends. Year after year, I'd watch and cheer him on at every single game.

When I went into grade 8, I started to go out on the field during practices and warm-ups before the game and help warm up the players. I realized I really enjoyed it and every one of his teammates liked me.
One night, I was on msn because that was the cool thing to do at the time...I ended up getting cyberbullied. I was called every name in the book. They picked me apart. Every single thing possible, my face, my vocals...everything. That was the first time I was bullied in years, so it hurt a lot. Plus it was online, so I didn't know who it was exactly, but I knew it was someone from my school, judging by what they said. I stayed home the next day because I felt like ****. I didn't have many friends that year and it sucked. I was made fun of and teased at school a lot.

Sidenote: I never told my parents about being cyberbullied.

I was at one of my brother's soccer practices on a Saturday and I was watching him and a bunch of other kids in the league and told my mom I wanted play. She was so happy and excited, I guess she wanted me to play for a really long time.

Grade 9 came around and I joined the soccer league in my town. I was really shy at first and had no clue what the hell I was doing, but I got the hang of it pretty quickly and I was really good at it. I had finally found a place where I fit in and where I could be myself and no one would judge me.
Soccer is and always has been a good outlet for me. It helps me control my anger and it makes me happy. It makes me so happy that when a season ends, I have PSSD (post soccer season depression).

I'm 18 now. I've played 7 seasons (4 indoor and 3 outdoor) and I've been playing for 4 years. Soccer has taught me so much and it's got me out of my shell, which is really hard to do. I'm one of those people who couldn't present anything in front of the class. I'd skip classes on any presentation days and I would take a 0 just so I wouldn't have to get up in front of the class and talk.

I don't know where I'd be if I didn't start playing soccer. In all honesty, it has probably saved my life. All the people I've met, the friends I've made and the experiences we've had together has been amazing. I've learned so much and accomplished so many things I thought weren't possible. I know I still have a lot to learn skill-wise, but I'm going to keep practicing because soccer is my sport and nothing can stop me from playing.
O4sis O4sis
22-25, F
Aug 17, 2013