Personal Narrative: My Family's Mistakes

Once again I stomped into my room, screaming at my parents while tears trickled down from my eyes to me chin. Once again I failed my parent’s expectations. “Sorry I am not them!” I screamed before slamming the door.
I was an obedient eleven-year-old boy, always following my parent 's orders without any complaints. I told myself that everything they told me was correct. That every decision they made was the best decision for me, and for a very long time that was practically true. One of my favorite decisions my parents made was when I was about six. My parents decided that I should play sports. My parents are Irish and were stereotypically big soccer fans, so they decided at a very young age that I would play soccer at the inturmerial level.

I would play it non-stop almost every day. I could identify several professional players without having to look up there names, and with this love for the game, I became quite good. I was now nine and my parents thought that I should play soccer competitively. I started travel soccer with my township. I knew this meant soccer would become a lot more serious than it used too. I had a very good first year playing travel. I learned a lot in my first year. My parents gave me a lot of support and helped me get even better for the next year. My dad would coach me at the local soccer field and help me improve my skills. I loved playing and learning new skills to help me get better. Like in The Joy Luck Club, when Waverly Jong was pushed by her mom to progress in chess she “Studied each chess piece, trying to absorb the power each contained”(94). I did this but I studied skills. When to use them, when to not use them, how to use them. I would get better at soccer skills as Waverly would get better at chess. The next season I sat on the bench for a lot of the first games. My coach would tell me; “You are a great player, but the starters are game changers. They win us games.” I was very frustrated with him and thought that he was wrong that, I could be a better fit for the team. That 's when I had an idea that would make me even better than before. Like Waverly when she played chess with experienced players to learn their secrets; “I lost many games and

I could tell that they were sorry, but I could not forgive them for ruining the sport I love. They would soon make it up to me by getting me a personal coach during my break from travel soccer to help me catch up with the kids who were playing travel soccer. The trainer was probably the best response to the situation they created because it made me even better than before. In fact, I made a team better than the super team I originally wanted. My parents understand their mistake they made, and have made correct decisions ever since to help my siblings become better