Jose Hernandez

19 November 2012

Ms. Harmon

English 10

Memories

I was running as fast as I was trying to catch the guy who was going to shoot at the goal. When I caught up beside him I reached my foot across to get steal the ball off his feet. As I reached across with my left foot his knee hit my knee so hard that it moved my knee cap off place. I fell to the ground in pain. When I was lying on the ground my older brother rushed to see if I was okay. While I was on the ground I saw the expression on my brother’s face when he saw my knee. When I saw his face I wanted to get back up really bad to show him that I was okay and could keep playing but when I was getting up I felt like a bus had smashed my knee.

            “Don’t get up” my brother said with a worried voice

He had called someone to come and check me. When the guy that was going to check on me got there he told my brother that he needed to pop the knee cap back in place before I could move. My brother asked if I was ready and in a not so sure voice I told him that I was.

First pop came and as I was screaming in pain I remembered the first time I was on the high school soccer field. I was worried because it was my first ever high school soccer game and I was the only freshman that was on the starting varsity team. I felt like all of the pressure was on me. As I walked on the field with the whole team I prayed to so my best and not let anyone down. I got the ball pasted to me I got the ball on my feet and tuck of running down the flack to try and make a goal. The other team’s defense came and slid the ball from in front of my feet. I was mad but I kept trying when I got off the field my coach congratulated me because I wasn’t giving up. Even though we lost the game by eight points I felt good because I knew I had done my best and accepted that the other team was better than us

            “Are you ready for the next pop” my brother asked

            I said yes still not being sure if I wanted it to pop again. It popped and as a tear escaped  from my eye I was scared of not being able to play soccer anymore. I remembered of all the times I scored and the feeling of making the goal and celebrating. I felt so good when every one that was there watching applaud to me. The first ever goal I made was in a soccer team were my dad was the coach, the team was called “Las Chivitas”. I don’t remember exactly how I made the goal but I remember that I would tell everyone that I knew that I had made the goal. When I made the goal I ran towards my mom and dad and they hugged me and told me that I did a good job.

            “Your knee cap is back in place skinny” my brother said with little smile of relive on his face

            He helped me up and carried me to the side line so I could sit on s bench. The guy that push my knee cap out of place came to where I was sitting and said he was sorry I told him that is wasn’t his fault and that it was alright. My brother got an ice bag so I could put it on my knee but the ice didn’t help because my knee was so swollen that it looked like a soccer ball. I could not bend my knee because it felt like someone was tearing it apart. On the entire way home I was sitting with my knee stretched out because I couldn’t bend it. When I went to the doctor and the doctor said I could not play soccer for three full months I felt really sad but happy because I could play soccer again. A month past and I was really wanting to play soccer so I did and I felt really good doing it.