Personal Narrative

A-Team

"Authors Note:

This piece is about a personal narrative. I wrote this to demonstrate my understanding  of a personal narrative."

"Okay mom I will be back inside in about a half an hour," I shouted.

"Make sure you drink plenty of water, because you have tryouts tonight," she responded.

         

 I grabbed my soccer ball and made my way to the backyard, knowing what drills and skills that I need to improve upon. My skills have improved a lot since I have been practicing for tryouts because if I didn't make the A team for Pewaukee Sussex Untied it was going to be a crappy year. As the time passed I worked on many moves from scissors and step overs to maridonas and cruyffs I was working as hard as ants because I knew I need repetition if I wanted to make the team. 

This was my second night of tryouts, which meant I knew what to do and it was pretty basic things. For example we did warm-ups, then first touch and we even had scrimmages with no touch restrictions. As the tryouts passed I knew there was good chance at making the team because I have been working on my skills. Although I have improved a lot there were still kids that were better than me which meant more competitions and more work to strut my stuff.

Just as I had expected we worked on the same things we did last tryouts, which meant it was going to be easy to impress the judges. Tryouts pressed on and on, progressing with drills and skills and finally a scrimmage to top it off. Finally we took our final drink break and we were done.

My mom picked me up and we took off down the road with my mom complaining the whole time, "Tyler, your feet smell like cow manure baking in the sun!"

"Ha ha it's not my problem, I guess you will have to deal with it for the rest of the ride home," I said.

When we arrived home you should have seen how fast she shot out of the car, she looked like a squirrel running from a dog.

         

After the week past the results were out and you won't even believe how excited I was. When I searched for the website I found it finally.  When the page loaded I flew through all the links until I found the correct one. Looking through all the teams, all the ages, and all the names I saw my name under a section and man was I pumped, my name was under the A team! I have done it!

"I made the A team," I thought with the sweet joy of success. "Mom I made it!" I shouted with excitement.

"Nice job honey," she said proudly. "Now how about we celebrate with some cookies."

“Wow,” I thought to myself. “Just think what would happened if I haven’t put forth all that effort. I wouldn’t even be close to where I am now.”