Lacrosse Rush It was a Sunday morning. I could hear the birds chirping, the waves crashing on the Waikiki beach, and the elephants running around in the zoo. Parents, children, and friends are gathering around the football field at Kapiolani Park, where we played lacrosse. The sun is out without any clouds in sight,. It is the perfect day for Lacrosse. My blood is rushing through my body. The sun is beaming down on our backs. Sweat rolling down our faces, but it doesn’t bother me. The seniors on
ground. It was just your typical spring day. It had rained in the early morning so the grass was damp but the sun had peered through the clouds as the day progressed turning it into a pretty nice day. The team was on the bus to go to the next lacrosse game, the fourth of the season. It seemed to be just the average Monday game, where the team as a whole wasn’t very interested in playing but all of us knew we had to. Throughout the game nothing was out of the ordinary. Up until midway
Twenty degrees. That’s how cold it was outside during my first lacrosse game. The snow was coming down pretty hard and I was freezing. It was only a couple weeks into the lacrosse season and I still didn’t know how to pass or the catch the ball. When coach calls my name, my hearts racing. I go up my to coach and subs me into the game. I’m shivering from the cold, and the first thing I do is trip and fall into the snow covered field. I get up, and I hear Vinnik being screamed from bench to get off