When I was thirteen years old, Women’s volleyball team of Viet Nam took part in the competition with other countries in the Southeast Asia region. They played really wonderfully and I admired Mrs. Pham Thi Kim Hue who was a talent and beautiful female volleyball player. Then, I decided to sign in the volleyball club in my school, I practiced some of basic volleyball skills in this club.
Of course, my parent didn’t know because I didn’t tell them. At that time, I dreamed that I would become a as good volleyball player as Mrs. Pham Thi Kim Hue. Every afternoon when classes ended, I played with my team (some of members in club) in two hours, we relaxed about 15 minutes, told some of the jokes, smiled together very happily. After other members left, I stayed with hope: The team leader could teach me more.
About a week later, my body hurt and appeared so much scratches, especially my arms. Therefore, I hadn’t been accustomed to strong activities for a long time before. I consoled myself and continued practicing. One day, while I were playing volleyball, I fell down in the slippery floor. As a result, my right arm was broken, my parent was worried, their tear made me feel remorseful. Since then, I sometime play volleyball but I realize: Only love is never enough, your dream will be not perfect without the passion.
