Its started when I was in 8th grade. I wanted to play floor hockey.    I made the team when was about 14 years of age. I got a call from the coach saying that I made the team.  I was so excited but it felt weird because I just got home bored school day and it didn't feel real but then the first day a practice I felt like a star because I have never been on any teams for sports. So that first day of practice it was amazing I made 3 goals and stop some goals. I had learned a lot of new stuff from practice. Our first game came and we lost I don't know what happened we were good. So when our second game came around we lost again when we lost those games I was mad , I don't know why we keep losing. So the next practice I asked our team what's wrong because we kept losing . So I yelled at some of my teammates saying why are we keep losing I don’t know they said. the key word is practice we weren't practicing good enough. So when we were done with practice, our 3rd game came we won. That's when I  knew good practice means a win.