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 ready to head out. Once at the soccer 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 step foot on 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, that all the stress is off my shoulders. All that's in my mind is playing the game. When the referee blows the whistle my team mates and I are ready to kick butt. Looking at the filed I see my escape, from school life. It's my chance to let loose and not be a perfect school girl. 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 listening to my heart was the right decision. 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 a place I go besides from the real world and letting me be my young, wild, free self. Having the chance to make my own decision never regretting them and using the soccer ball as a stress reliever. Most of all soccer is the only thing that can keep me clam when no one else can, that's my soccer is my Querencia and so much more.
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