The year was 2011 and I was just nine years old. It was a beautiful day like no other and I was about to play in my last soccer game before school started.
I remember it very vividly, there was another girl on the opposing team who played very aggressively. She was rude and she was pushing me around along with the other girls on my team. At one point, she had the ball and I was ready to take it back from her and show her who’s boss and she was determined to stop me. We both kicked the ball at the same time and in the process, I managed to lose my footing and overextend my ankle as I collapsed onto the field. My ankle felt like it was on fire. There was a burning sensation that I had never before experienced. Everybody took a knee as my coach ran over to carry me off the field. Almost immediately, my ankle was swollen and bruised. It hurt to put pressure on it and I knew that this wasn’t going to go away in a few hours.
I iced my ankle for the rest of the game and the next day my mom took me to the doctor where I found out that I had sprained the muscle in my ankle. As part of treatment, I was required to walk on crutches and wear and ankle brace for two weeks. I was devastated as I knew I would not be able to play with my team in the next game. I remember ever day after school, putting the crutches down and sitting with an ice pack on my ankle felt like a breath of fresh air.