Querencia Draft

        As I slipped on my shin guards and pulled up my black socks I was ready to start my Saturday Morning. Hopping into the apple caramel scented van I was ready to go to my special place. Once at the field I saw the other team warming up, racing to my team I felt the drops of dew hitting my socks making them wet as a sponge. Once I touch the soccer field nothing can control me, all the homework and projects gone, straight out of mind. Being on the soccer field makes my feel free as if I was flying alone. All that's in my mind is soccer. When the referee blows the whistle my team mates and I are ready to kick butt. Looking at the filed I see my escape. when the game started my head was in the game. Tuning out the yelling from my parents, telling me what to do. As my team mates passed me the ball I let my self decide, not my coaches but my heart. My heart tells me to shoot, so I do. Pulling back my leg planting my foot next to the ball swinging with all my might. Looking at my target, then releasing my leg and following through the ball goes flying in the air like it's defying gravity landing right in the back of the net. Jumping for joy I knew my heart was right. Finally the whistle blows it was time to head home. Leaving the soccer field covered in slimy sweat is a good thing. The soccer field was more than just a grassy field with two nets it's my Querencia and so much more.