I started playing soccer when I was four years old. I don't remember much of how this journey began, but I definitely know I was supposed to be on the pitch. As I've grown through the short 16 years of my life, so many things have changed and there are many things I've conquered, or like most humans, obstacles that have held me back for a period of time. The one thing in my life that has stayed consistent, is the love I have for the game of soccer. This might be cliché , but soccer is a part of my identity, part of who I am today. The reason I'm strong willed, competitive, the reason I'm me.
When I was 11 years old, I broke my ankle. Prior to breaking my ankle, I was moved down to the lower team in my club, but I was thriving. Sounds a little contradictory, right? Well being moved down brought out my competitiveness, I wanted to show my coach I belonged on that top team, because I knew I did. I started to gain the confidence I lacked, pushing myself the hardest I ever had. The next season, I was destined to be on that top team. But that was shattered in a matter of seconds when I broke my ankle. Those months were quite possibly the hardest of my life in the 11 years I'd lived. But nothing could come between the determination and love I have for this game. It took half a year to fully recover, but I did it. In those six months, I knew that soccer was something that I wanted to do for as long as I can, to take it to new levels and become the best that I can at this sport that has offered me so many great experiences. I've met so many amazing people, so many talented coaches, seen so many new places. Soccer has brought me a new world, one that wouldn't have been possible without it.