Personal Narrative

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There is no question that trying to summarize 17 years of my life can be difficult. Yet, to think that I’ll be out of high school in 6 months it’s even crazier! I can’t believe I will be graduating this year. I still cant believe I’m a senior in high school. I feel like Kevin, from (The Wonder Years) transitioning from child to adulthood. Could it be true what they say; "time flies when you're having fun,". It’s really an understatement! It feels like only yesterday, that my mom was taking me to pre-school. Don’t remember much though. Today, my mom shares stories about those days. I’m thinking because senior year picture got delivered. She open the package and with tears in her eyes she said; when did this happened? She continues; …show more content…
I remember dreaming about being a Professional wrestler, because it is my thing and I loved watching WWE. My idol was John Cena. I walked around the house with a fake belt around my waste. Like a CHAMP that had just defeted The Under-Taker. I felt unstoppable and ready to conquer. Clearly, my mom got fed up and decided to break the news to me. Son; Wrestling is fake...such devastation I cried and ignored all the people that tried to tell me it was fake. Then my dreams became bigger than life itself. I moved on to basketball. Again, I told my mom I want to play NBA. My mother said; It is not easy making it to the NBA. However, not impossible. I played until I was a freshman in high school. That dream didn’t last long. Then I decided to join the Football team. Didn’t take it serious at the beginning it was more for the social and try to fit in with my peers. Didn’t take long to realize that Football, did something to me it started to change the way I was seeing things. The summer before entering my junior year. I decided to put my head …show more content…
Hearing the roar of the crowd, when scored, dancing along to the wonderful beats of the percussion, pep rally, the cheer-squad and a team get defeated. (Them of course) Sports, in some way, have been my escape from other things in my life and even though I sustained a broken collarbone, tibia fracture, chronic ankle, heel pain and swelling. Oh! And let me not forget the numerous sprains, bruises, cuts and stitches didn’t stop me. Maybe a few weeks, but I was lucky and I was able to heal fast and get back in the game. I know it sounds crazy but if I’m sure of one thing in my life at this moment is that I
Football in every single day of my life. I’m excited and passionate about it. I don’t know if high school will be the best years of my life. Though, do know I will never have it easier than I do now. I will never have less responsibility, and won’t have another opportunity to play football for my high school, so for that I live the moment. Perhaps, this might not be the perfect method, and I still have a lot more work to do If I want to play for a college program and go to a (great) University of my liking but for now this works for me. The moment came sooner than expected and here I am writing my college
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