“Soccer is so boring, hard, and I hate it!” My dad didn’t pay much attention and almost ignored my words, but my mom on the other hand, looked me in the eye and told me I didn’t have to do anything that I was not excited about. Wow, I was simply done with soccer, forever. However, when my mom came to tuck me into bed that night, she asked me why I wanted to withdraw. She advised me and asked if I was failing because I was not trying hard enough and if I indeed worked hard, I would not fail. She asked me to promise if I would take a one more shot at the sport. In return, I had been promised ice cream on weekdays. So there was no reason to say no. I attended an indoor soccer training camp where I was taught new techniques along with the routines and discipline. To improve my stamina I asked my father to take me for runs. I kept in mind that if I indeed worked hard, I would never