olleyball has been a sport that has played a key role in my life. Looking back to my first game when it all started I can remember the butterflies in my stomach; I was so nervous, so eager. I had anticipated it all day. All week and as a sixth grader it gave me something bigger to be apart of going into middle school. The sport first caught my eye when I watched my older sister, Bailey, play. A net set up down the middle of the gymnasium, the twelve players on the court (six on each side), the sound of the ball as it was volleying around. I was intrigued to learn more and, of course as the little sister, I admired anything my older sister did and wanted to do it too.
So there I was facing the start of a season equipped with a blue jersey with number four on the front and back, new black knee pads fresh out of the package, and black shorts matching the rest of the team. I was ready. As the team and I finish setting up the court for the game the other team arrives, the butterflies in my stomach began growing bigger than before. Both sides began warming up with partners and suddenly a loud noise rings through the gym, the referee was calling for captains to see who would have first serve or receive (defence or offence). My team won the coin toss, so we were to start the game with the serve or offense. Five players and I rush onto the court, we were the starting six. One player goes to stand behind the boundary line waiting for the referee to signal her to serve.
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make me brainliest
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olleyball has been a sport that has played a key role in my life. Looking back to my first game when it all started I can remember the butterflies in my stomach; I was so nervous, so eager. I had anticipated it all day. All week and as a sixth grader it gave me something bigger to be apart of going into middle school. The sport first caught my eye when I watched my older sister, Bailey, play. A net set up down the middle of the gymnasium, the twelve players on the court (six on each side), the sound of the ball as it was volleying around. I was intrigued to learn more and, of course as the little sister, I admired anything my older sister did and wanted to do it too.
So there I was facing the start of a season equipped with a blue jersey with number four on the front and back, new black knee pads fresh out of the package, and black shorts matching the rest of the team. I was ready. As the team and I finish setting up the court for the game the other team arrives, the butterflies in my stomach began growing bigger than before. Both sides began warming up with partners and suddenly a loud noise rings through the gym, the referee was calling for captains to see who would have first serve or receive (defence or offence). My team won the coin toss, so we were to start the game with the serve or offense. Five players and I rush onto the court, we were the starting six. One player goes to stand behind the boundary line waiting for the referee to signal her to serve.
Explanation:
make me brainliest