My sister is seven years older than me, and started playing lacrosse in middle school. As the younger sibling, I refused to follow in the steps of my sister who went on to play lacrosse throughout high school and college. This quickly changed however when my parents pulled me out of my soccer club. I loved soccer, but the club was incredibly competitive and wasn’t delivering the outcomes my parents wanted. So at the start of 6th grade I decided to pick up lacrosse. I had already had some practice with lacrosse, as I would play catch with my sister often. My parents enrolled me in the local youth lacrosse club, where I started on the all-girls team for my age group. My first day of practice I was nervous. I wasn’t nervous about actually playing, but more so nervous about meeting other girls. The lacrosse aspect was the easy part for me. To me and my coaches' surprise, lacrosse seemed to come natural to me, despite starting at a late age. I was surrounded by girls who had been playing since kindergarten, with most of their parents being former lacrosse players as well. Lacrosse was in their genes, whereas neither of my parents had a clue what the sport was about. However, I was a tall, scrawny 6th grader with a bright yellow stick that somehow fit right in on the field. I loved the competition, teamwork and skill set that lacrosse brought to me. In a short period of time, I fell in love with the sport. Lacrosse seemed to feel natural for me, as I succeeded in it much more than I did soccer. It gave me an entirely new community to lean on, with acquaintances who would soon turn into lifelong friends. The sport got me into high school, college and continues to support me in more ways than I can count.