With the arrival of the new jerseys for the team, there was a numeral shake up. Some new girls claimed the old players’ numbers, before we had a chance to grab it.
Leaving the former number 18 to grab my number 13 jersey…which left me with jersey number 10.
needless to say I was NOT happy.
I had grown accustomed to wearing that number.
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| Last year's pic: I was never good at taking pics |
The number fit me seamlessly.
It was ingrained into who I was, it was a part of me… a piece that was now forever gone. Am I being dramatic? Maybe!
But I felt a sense of empowerment from it.
The number 13 is known for being unlucky. When I played soccer that’s how I felt…unlucky! After all, I was the worse player on the team, the one with no skills at all.
Even off the field , it fit my awkward and quirky personality. It fit my identity.
And now number 13 is someone else…
I’m just going to have to get use to it. I’m going to have to get use to being number 10. However, I'm definitely going to miss 13..we had some good times together.
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I really like this post. It gives me a real sense of who you are. There's an error in the first paragraph (attached, not attach), so you start off with a bad impression, then make up for it.
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I really like how all your post are about your own experiences. It makes your blog a lot more personal. I feel like people enjoy reading about peoples lives so that makes it more interesting.
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