At a young age I was looking at my dad's football pictures. I said to myself I am going to play.
It began in the third grade. Where I began to play Little League football. I fell in love with the sport. I realized I never want to quit the sport. I played Little League football until my sixth grade year. Then I could start playing for the school. My seventh grade year was awesome I was captain. My eighth grade year was going great. It was the last game of the season. Second quarter I took a hard hit and was taken off the field by ambulance. I suffered from whip lash and a chipped vertebra. I was blessed that was all. Freshman year was a little rough starting out. I learned that water is very important. Sophomore year rocked! I got to start on Varsity. Broke my wrist and still got to play. I still have a lot to learn and loving every minute.
My eighth grade year has set me back from my academics, and I have missed out on taking classes that would have put me in a higher class. It has taught me to be a fighter. That I will finish when things when it gets tough. I will not give up. These classes would have given me a better chance. I am still playing catch up. Which is working well. I have set a goal to raise my grades my Jr and Sr years. This will be give me a better opportunity to get into a college that best fits me.
I have so many people around me that have supported me. That has helped me get to where I am today. I have learned that I need to stand up for myself and others more. I have learned to treat others the right way. I am building more confidence in myself.