What is soccer?

It was May 9th,2010, Mother's Day. My spring soccer season was starting, I have been playing soccer since I was around 8 and it has been an amazing ride. I was ready, today I would fight for my mom on the field!

We were spending the weekend at my grandma and my grandpa's house in Dubuque. My grandma was making us a big breakfast with pancakes dripping in syrup next to the mushy scrabbled eggs in her aunts old china boil. She also brought out fresh fruit and toasted sausages. My grandma put a lot of time and effort into it, I know she did it for my big game. We talked about my soccer game, my grandma's old friend Pat, and to have a save ride home. Then, it was time to go, so we packed all of our bags in the trunk of our white car. We said our goodbyes with a bundle of hugs and kisses. It was 2 and a half hours to get to a town called Ballard. I remember that I was ready to fight for my mom and make her a goal.The other team was a head taller than most of us. But we weren't scared, maybe a little. The revere blew the whistle and we kicked the ball straight forward, bolting past the other team. My mom was cheering for me, she is my inspiration. She will always watch me and afterward, tell me things I did good at and need to work on. We took awhile before we got a chance to kick the ball, it was right after they made a goal we got a shot. We were all exhausted, huffing and puffing all of the time. Finally, when we had a corner kick on our goal, my friend pasted it to me and I shot like a lightning bolt. (That is what my coach said). The goal y was going to the other side of the goal and with all of my energy, I kicked the ball in the net. I did it, I won the battle!We tied that day, but my mom was shore happy though. I was satisfied.

It was around Fall when I was 8, it was going to be my first game I have ever played.I was very confused with the whole game at first, all of us were at that time. When the ref blew the whistle, we all shot for it. We were all beginners and not skilled at all. We missed at kicks and were running into people a lot. But I made the biggest mistake on field 9 that day.I remember finally got my chance at the ball, but no one was going after me. I really didn't care at all then. So I took one big step back and swung my foot at the ball and it went in. Then I thought, no hi-fives. Everyone then was staring at me. It took me about 20 seconds that I was on my side, I MADE A GOAL ON THE WRONG SIDE!! I remember feeling worthless and let down. All I wanted to do was hop in the car and drive away. Then I looked at my mom and my teammates, what they never want me on there team again or never want to talk or see me again. I managed to play the rest of the game. My old coach took me aside and told me that every thing was going to be alright, I didn't know that at the time. When I went over to my mom, she took me and held me close. I cried for awhile after that, then she said it was silly to cry over a game.

I hope that you all have learned my message. Soccer is a fabulous sport to some people and to others it is OK. Everyone has there own opinion about everything, even you.
Maddie r.