My True Love
When I was in 4th grade, my older sister tried out for the school volleyball team and made it. I had to go to every SINGLE one of her games and I decided that I absolutely hated it. Whenever my Dad and sister would go out in the yard, I would sit inside and pout that they wouldn't play something I liked.
Well, my mom got tired of it and sent me outside just so I wouldn't be a lazy bum in the house anymore. I cannot thank my Mom enough for doing what she did that day. I found my one true love. I found out that I was actually okay at it, So I started playing on a Rec. team for a couple of years. In 6th grade I tried out for my first club team, and I made it. I loved the tournaments, loved the drive and the same passion from every girl on the team that I had, and I ESPECIALLY loved my coach. Although I'm not playing for her anymore, she
inspired me in more ways than I can ever explain.
I broke my ankle in 2 places barely half way through the season. I went up to hit, and then landed right on a volleyball and snap. it healed, but after the season ended. I tried out for my school team and I made it, but almost quit. The girls on my team had no passion, no heart, and no sense of dignity.
Parents wrote letters to the A.D. complaining that I got way too much playing time and it was only because my dad helped out. They hated me and I came home several times bawling my eyes out. But, I pulled through and we ended up winning the division championship. I tried out for the same club team as I did last year and I was sure that I had made it until I got the email telling me I didn't. I was devastated. That's when I found out how club really worked. 95% of the people on the team were already selected weeks before tryouts began and only 3 or 4 girls were actually picked from the tryouts. Before the tournaments started though I got a call offering me a position on a team. I accepted and we came 3rd in Regionals.
In 8th grade despite my problems in 7th, I tried out again for the school team and again I made it. Problems happened again, but not nearly as bad as the year before. We won the championships again, 2 years in a row.
I am playing club again this year, and loving every minute of it. I am never able to forget the day my Mom sent her bratty, pouty, 4th grader out to play a game she hated, and then found out that it was her true love. Thank you Mom for the support and the hugs, and holding me while I cried. Thank you Dad for the endless hours of working out in the yard. Thanks to my coaches who taught me more than I could ever imagine, and for caring about me. Thanks to my sister who pushed me and nagged me, and made me great. I love all of you so much and my gratitude is endless.