First year playing soccer

First of all, I would like to start by talking a little bit about how long I’ve been playing the game of ”soccer”. My very first game was back when a lot of young athletes got their very first exposure with the game. My first memories with the game occurred when I was about six years old. I remember my mother was the coach of my team along with the father of one of my friends. This was when all the little kids wouldn’t really play the game soccer but rather spent most of the time just kicking the ball back and forth while we were getting the feel of the game and just making sure we could connect out feet with the ball before someone else did. I soon discovered that I was a bit lost on the open field. I was a pretty fast runner and it was easy to be so focused on kicking and chasing the ball no matter which direction the ball would be kicked. The coaches didn’t make it very clear that you had to get it in the other teams goal, and that you couldn’t just kick it in any goal. Yes that’s right, at such young age, I was the first “lollypop soccer’ player to actually get the ball in a goal, but unfortunately, I scored in the wrong goal! At first I was sooo happy to get my first goal, but my victory celebration was short when I find out that it wasn’t the right goal, and the goal I was so happy to score wasn’t actually a goal for my team. So as any normal six year old I sat down right where I was on the field and threw a fit when all the parents were yelling and laughing at me. I wouldn’t get off the field so my mother had to come over and carry me off. I was very embarrassed for a little while but I really remember all the fun I had at my first game with my friends, even if my very first goal was for the other team.