Memories can be good or bad, funny or sad, but they will never disappear from my mind. My mind holds these memories and uses them when it needs to. Through my collection of memories there is one major factor that ties them all together, me. All my memories are through my eyes and no one else remembers the events in quite the same way. Each and every memory I have forms a complex object that is my identity. As a child I can remember the first time I had a ball set at my feet, and I can remember the curiosity and anxiousness, but not the significance of what this would eventually turn into.
I was just a preschooler and liked to kick the ball around. I loved playing in gym class, on the playground, at my house or anywhere else I could. It turned into a hobby and a passion. The smell of freshly cut grass on a fall morning almost makes my knees weak. I have played soccer through grade school through high school and now into college. I expect that I will be many years out of college and still playing in any kind of adult league I can. Soccer or futbol as most of the world calls it, is an enormous part of the person I am today.
Identity is who we are as a person. I am a soccer player, and have been one since I was enrolled in school. I wish I could say that I was slide tackling, ripping shots, and scoring diving headers since that first day, but I can’t say that I remembered that piece.

Bryan Pitstick
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