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My Dream in Field

  • Date Submitted: 01/28/2010 07:29 AM
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When I was young, I of ten told to myself that when I grew up I could be anything I wanted to be and I always took for granted that this was true.   I knew exactly what I was going to be, and I would spend hours dreaming about how wonderful my life would be when I grew up. One day, though, when did I grew up I realized that things had not turned out the way I had always expected they would.

When I was little, I always played with boys.   I rarely played with girls, and I often hung out a bang of boys; I was very interested with them.   We would play soccer and go swimming.

Al most every summer afternoon, all the boys in my neighborhood and I would meet on the field to get a soccer game going.   Surprisingly, I was always to be favored by all my friends, boys.   I was very fast and I could kick the ball far and exactly. I loved soccer more than anything, and I would not miss a game whenever it was showed in television.

My brother played soccer too, and I would go the field with my friends to watch him play. It was just like the big leagues, with lots of people, the lights that shone so high and the bright you could see other fans sitting far away.   I loved to go to my brother’s game.   I would sit and cheer on my brother and his team.   My attention was focused on the field, and my heart would jump with every shoot straight toward the both of goals.  

And more much exciting when the world cup seasons came.   I would spend lot of time to sit in front of television to watch with whole of my family.   The favorite team that we favored was the England.   When the England won, I would be so excited I could not sleep; when they lost, I would go to bed angry just like all my brothers and parents.  

I have never forgotten the first time my dad and I went to watch the major league soccer game where I decided to be a major league soccer player.   The excitement began from my house to the stadium and during the time of game.   Now, I was six years...

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