Looking Back

One of my senior pictures that we took at the stadium in my uniform. I realize I’m finally one of the “older girls” that I used to look up to when I was younger (photo submitted by M. Putnam).

One of my senior pictures that we took at the stadium in my uniform. I realize I’m finally one of the “older girls” that I used to look up to when I was younger (photo submitted by M. Putnam).

Mallory Putnam, Staff Writer

Now that my time playing competitive soccer is coming to an end, I’ve been reflecting on the experiences I’ve had these past thirteen years; mostly regarding the SHHS girls soccer program. I was first introduced to sports when I was in preschool, but not in the traditional way. For most kids, it goes like this: parents enroll their child in a recreational sport to see if they like it or want to continue playing. However, that was not the case for me. Every day after preschool, my oldest sister would drive me to SHHS where my mom coached her high school girls varsity soccer team. I would sit on a little blanket and keep myself busy, mostly by watching the practices and looking up to all of the girls. I remember I thought that they were professional soccer players, and I wanted to be just like them. When I finally got enrolled on my own recreational soccer team, I tried to copy the things I would see my mom’s players do at practice to show off. 

All through these years, I felt like I was a part of the team even though I was so young. The players never hesitated to talk to me, include me, and make me feel loved. The team would change every year, but it still felt like a second family; I was even invited to some of their sleepover birthday parties, and I always went. I have been surrounded by amazing women to look up to and that is something that has shaped me into the person I am today. I will never take that for granted.

I’ve grown up looking forward to spring time every year, because I knew that meant soccer season. The memories are moments that I will never forget. The bus rides, walking to home games after middle school track practice, being forced to condition with the girls (thanks mom), watching practice every day as a preschooler, and finally being able to represent my school’s colors in high school. Not only have I made my best friends and become who I am through this experience, I’ve been able to hold a bond with my mom that not many people get to have. I now realize that growing up and being a part of Spring Hill’s soccer program feels like home to me, because I have never known any different. I wouldn’t trade this experience I’ve had the past thirteen years of my life for anything.

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