I really enjoyed playing football during my sixth grade year of middle school. The first time I really got excited was when my mom said yes to me asking about joining a team. An actual team.
“Hey mom. I think I want to join a football team.” “Well you have to be trained and ready to do that.” “I am trained and ready. I’ve been training for the past few years.” “Well if you really want to I’ll see what I can do.” “Thanks!” …show more content…
I took a breath of the nice cool air as I walked over to all the other people throwing the football around. I some of them throw like they had never thrown before or others who threw the best spiral I have ever seen.
Once I played about 4 games I was really getting into it. I had scored maybe 1 to 2 points every game. On my fifth game I really was trying but I got to excited. It was a kickoff and I had received it before I could reach the 30 yard line I was tackled. More than tackled. Trampled by one big guy who looked like he was too old to even be playing on a youth team. I went down hard and didn’t come back up. The next thing I saw was coach and the ref running over to