Personal Narrative Essay: The Sport Of Pokemon

It was one scorching hot afternoon,at a large football field.Little 10-year old unfit Michael(Me) was running to the ball.He was huffing and puffing, he just a hair’s breadth away from reaching it!But alas,the fitness expert,the superior sportsman had triumphed over little Michael again,The extreme sportsman had managed to kick the ball to the goal!As if second nature to the 10-year old class,they started creating a cacophony of sounds almost impossible,if not impossible,to decipher.Mostly cheers though.But all little Michael could hear were the soft murmurs of disappointment and the sad smiles people throw him.It was absolutely depressing to a ten year old,to get looked down on his peers,all because he liked being indoors more,or maybe the

Somehow,a simple game managed to get a depressed 10 year old to flourish into a amiable,sociable and confident person.Someone who advocates his love for animals and sports,but I still can’t play soccer for my life!

Eventually,I had grown tired of pokemon pearl and it had gave me the right,according to my parents,to get more games.The white rectangular box of entertainment and amazement had entertained me(and implanted years of forcing to do at least 3 hours of studies and sleep at 9:30pm everyday) for 7 years before it died and refused to wake up.It would always remain as the biggest change in my life,and also the