nine year old dreams—day twenty eight

The giddiness hasn’t worn off yet. The thought of winning a varsity match has lingered in my head for so long, that the reality seems unobtainable. 

However, I’m not the same nine year old. I’m not the same player, nor am I the same person. I have been through so much that has helped to mold the person I am at this very second. Everything I have worked for has led up to this point. 

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