When I was in the 4th grade, all of my friends played soccer and I wanted to play it, too. They all played at the rec department, so when it was the next season, I signed up to play with them. When I want to learn, I like to figure things out by myself. So I tried to figure out how to kick the ball where I wanted it to go and I finally got it. My friends and my coaches helped me a lot every season and I was starting to get the hang of the game. I spent every day outside playing soccer to try and be as good as my friends that had been playing since they were 3 or 4 years old. Through the years, I played with so many people and I was coached by a lot, too. I loved all my teammates and coaches and I still do. But one day after practice at the rec department, my mother pulled me away from everybody and told me that my favorite coach had passed away while I was playing. Soon everybody knew and people quietly went home because everybody was sad. I was upset about