Growing up as a little girl in the almost suburbs, sports were forced to become a very important part of my life. My parents decided that my siblings and I would benefit from gathering with other youngsters and playing any sport that was in season. I’ve played many: basketball, soccer, volleyball, and even “t-ball” (bad experiences caused my career to be cut short, and I never progressed to soft ball). These little league adventures helped me in all the standard ways, like teamwork and dedication and what not, but they also helped ensure that sports would always have a place in my life, no matter what.
I haven’t been a part of a sports team since 8th grade, but I still continue to play whenever I can. For instance, it’s considered a good day in my book if I got to play a pickup game of ultimate Frisbee in the park. But even if I’m not actively involved in them, sports still work their way into my life in one way or another. My family always turns the Bears game on, so I have spent many Sundays doing my homework either watching the game or speculating the results of the game by my father’s shouts from the other room. I also have a very sports enthusiastic boyfriend (ay boo =] ), who has strengthened the influence of sports in my life via Sox games and football education.
But putting all the influences my family and friends currently have on my sports life aside, I think they’d always be present in my life. I don’t know whether this is because of my introduction to them so early on in my life or because I just like being active. Whatever the reason, they’re there. And I’m very thankful for that, because they not only bring happiness to me, but bring me closer to the ones I love.
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