From the Beginning

“I don’t want to play!” my 6-year-old self tells my father after he insists that I take up the sport. I was a stubborn little girl as I finally agreed to it only if my dad coached me and that my parents got a friend to play with me. After my demands were met I started playing on a team in the Richmond Girls Soccer Association (RGSA). I instantly fell in love with the rush of scoring a goal and chasing the ball around just as every single player on the field would do. The game at this point was pretty much just kick and run and to follow the ball wherever it went. As long as you didn’t pick up the ball with your hands (unless you were the goalie) or you scored on your own net, life was good. Many of the friends I started playing with at this age, I continued to until I was 15 with the RGSA.