The first time I touched a ball was during one of my older brother’s recreational games. I remember the day perfectly. We were at Marymoor Park, a complex where I ended up spending many years of my life playing soccer, on a blustery, fall day. I was having so much fun playing soccer with the other younger siblings that I forgot to even watch my brother play. In a woody area near the small field his team was playing on, I took the ball and went dribbling. With a huge grin on my face, I weaved through branches, navigated around trees and darted my way through an imaginary course. Envisioning rocks and bushes as my opponents, I glided my way past them and knew it was a feeling I wanted more of. It was all over after that; soccer became my life.
Ever since that day in the woods, I found myself wanting to put in the extra work to get better. I ended up making countless trips up my neighborhood hill to go strike balls against an old, rickety, baseball fence. I would go on long runs and juggle for hours in the backyard until the night sky hid the ball and my mom called me in for dinner.
I have been blessed with many opportunities thanks to soccer. Through playing the sport I love, people have come in and out of my life that I will never forget. I’ve learned about work ethic, failure, success and dedication. My involvement in soccer has molded me into the person I am and will always be.
I have one season left as a Husky. Who knows if my soccer career will continue on after this season? What I do know is that I have one last chance to leave a legacy I’ve always dreamt of. This 2013 Husky squad is something special. I know, I know, every team says that every year. They also say that last sentence as well. But I truly feel something different. The chemistry, the hunger, the coaches… it’s all there. I know what we are capable of accomplishing as a team and I can see how badly we want it when I look in my teammates eyes.
With all that said, it will be a sentimental season for two reasons. A long chapter of my life is coming to an end and the Huskies are about to cry tears of happiness as we look up at our trophy being held high in the air and realize that it was all worth it.