When most people think of the word “home,” they think of a house with comfy furniture, a place full of warmth in the winter and nice, cold air in the summer. But my home isn’t made of bricks nor wood, and it doesn’t have a roof or any walls. My home is the soccer field. The soccer field, for me, is where everything and anything makes sense and I understand almost every part of the game.
I started playing soccer as soon as I could walk. My brother taught me everything he knew, and I owe a large part of the reason why I play soccer to him. When I was little, we would go out in the backyard and kick the soccer ball, and he would teach me all the tricks of the game.
The soccer field might not have air conditioning or a heater, but it does have a family. My soccer team. They support me and help throughout every practice and game. Every time I step out onto the field, I try my hardest during each game, and I know all the hard work and time I put into soccer is worth it.
I plan to play college soccer no matter what it takes. Even though the recruiting process to play college soccer is dreadful, stressful, and awful, it’ll be worthwhile to look into the stands and listen to the crowd cheering for my school.
Soccer is one of the most physically demanding sports. I’ve gone weeks without a break from the game and when high school season ends, club soccer begins. The game of soccer has taken me places I never would have had the chance to go. Two summers ago, my club team traveled to Sweden to compete in a soccer tournament. I had the time of my life. I met new people, made new friends, and tried the weirdest foods. Sweden was incredible and I still keep in touch with some of the girls we played games against.
In the next two years and for the rest of my life, I hope that soccer will continue to take me places where I want to go and help me to achieve my dreams.