I dedicate this piece of writing to sombody that was on my team named Collin.

They were down by 2. It was a sunny hot day. There was no shade to block the scorching sun. We were on the soccer field at camp. Iceflyers (my team) v.s. Areos for the championship. There was 15 minutes left in the game. The best player on the other team was dribbling the ball down the field. I wanted to win this thing. I was gaining speed. I was coming from behind. I got the courage to slide tackle. I was a little nervous because I knew it was going to hurt when my body contacted the turf. I was right behind him, about to slide. And somebody from the other team ran in front of me to block me. I juked him. Then another person attempted to block me. I juked again. Then I knew I had to do. I was hot, and sweaty, and tired, but I knew it would be worth it.  I sprinted my hardest to the left. Then the moment came. I ran to my right with all my power and slid. I felt the burn as my body slid across the turf. It really hurt, but it also felt like gliding on thin air. It was worth it. They didn’t score. I got up. It felt like pins and needles but I fought through it because I had to be up in case of more action. I could already feel the fame and proudness rushing through my veins and bones. I thought that was because I could picture myself walking with my friend from camp. I’d be hearing the sound of people saying, “Congratulations!” ringing in my ears. I wouldn’t notice it though because I’d heard it so much. I had just realized my team got the ball and we scored. We had a 30 sec. break and everybody was saying, “Nice job Marlo! For the next week at camp, everybody that saw me and  knew my team had won would congratulate me. I felt proud.

The point of my story is that if you try anything that you don’t think you’re good in, you’ll succeed.