Memories

As I sit on the bleachers I get all these memories that have long passed. I remember the first time I stepped into to the first during voluntary practice in the summer of 2011. I thought it was the biggest field ever. There was seniors in one corner messing around enjoying themselves, while I was nervous of what the coach could think of me. I didn't feel as bad because I knew that I wasn't the only freshman going out for the first and I had my brother there for me if anything went wrong. 
    That practice started at 3:30 pm and I was there by 3 pm trying to make an impression that I cared for the sport. As I put on my socks a bunch of thoughts ran through my head. I was scared of getting pushed around by the older guys. I didn't speak to anyone while I changed because I didn't know what to say or how to react. Then the clock struck 3:30 pm and it was time to train.
  Everyone stood up and lined up. We did what needed to be done that practice and then it was over. I realized that day that that's the place where I wanted to be for the rest of my high school years. Nobody was picking on the freshmen and everyone had the same ambition, which was to make the team.