I stepped on the field when I was 12. 

Standing tall but weighted down with fear. 

It was the first game of the season 

Beneath my feet was the turf that so many others had been victorious.

And I wondered,

Would it be the same for me?

As I walked onto the field 

The sky burning a bright, beautiful, and vivid blue.

The team makes me feel safe almost as a family would
I turned away to see all the people in the stands 

Here to support us. 

I looked at the team and said “OC ON THREE.”

They repeated back to me “1,2,3 OC!”

We walked on the field. 

It was a bright sunny day.

The sun scorching down, a dessert

Or that was what it seemed 

As the ball flew up in the air 

She caught it 

Then the ball passed to me 

I caught it and bolted for the goal 

My stick in my sweaty hands, 

I could taste dryness in my mouth before I shot 

As the ball glided into the goal 

I knew 

This would be my forever sport. 

We walked off that field

We were on top of the world.