Writing Friday #2: Personal Narrative
My favorite place to play is on the St. Paul’s turf field. The turf is the perfect green to play on. There are straight white lines that go across the field every five yards. There are also two endzones and two field goals at each end of the field. When you look through the field goal on one side, you see a huge hill that seems to go on forever. On the other side you see a colossal black net with a parking lot behind it. Here you can also see the other team’s buses. When I walk onto the field and see the stadium behind me, I feel like I am a sports star. The only bad thing about this field is that during the summer it is about ten degrees hotter. When playing lacrosse with all of your pads on, running back and forth along the field, it feels like you're playing in 115 degree weather.
When I go on the field, I am usually with a friend. We play football during the Fall season and lacrosse during the Spring season. During games we will go on the fields and play. I can hear the crowd rooting for the teams, and the coaches yelling plays out. When I look up and see the giant scoreboard that says, St. Pauls – 6, Boys Latin - 5 in the 1st quarter, I know that it will be an amazingly close game. I look behind me and all of the students are cheering, eating, playing, and just having a good time. It is a truly amazing place where anything can happen.
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There it is, glistening in the warm sun light. The flawless place, my escape, my beautiful St. Paul’s turf field. As you gaze on to the perfect atmosphere, a gorgeous, endless hill represents the spectacular background. And on the other side, a crowded parking lot, filled with eager fans waiting for the enormous event. As I stroll on to the emerald playing surface, and stand in the shadow of the stadium; I feel like my dream has transformed into reality. Almost like, I am a sports star.
“St. Paul’s we dominate, St. Paul’s we dominate.” That is just one of the cheers that arise from the student section during each game. The noise is overwhelming. I’m convinced that even a deaf man could hear the crowd rooting for the teams, and the coaches shouting plays out. As the drama continues, I glance up and see the massive scoreboard that says, St. Paul’s-21, Boys’ Latin-20. I realize that it will be an immense game. As the competition continues, the cheers get louder, and tensions increase. I escape from the excitement, and notice something. On the far sideline, on the field directly beside the turf; a rivalry game is going on between the youth of St. Paul’s and BL. At that moment, in the midst, of all the drama, it dons on me. This is my future, this is my destiny; this is me.
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