I remember dreaming of playing in the NFL and being a millionaire from an early age. I strapped on my first helmet when I was five, following in my older brother’s footsteps, playing both football and lacrosse. My dad was an avid sports fan. He and my mom encouraged all of my brothers and sisters to be involved in activities.
I was much bigger than many of the kids my age and instantly found success with football. You mean I get to do all the things my mom usually tells me to stop doing, like pushing, and tackling other kids? I had a great early career in youth football. So much so that I began dreaming of playing in the NFL and being a millionaire.
Isn’t that the fun part of being a kid, dreaming, being carefree, feeling like you could accomplish just about anything you put your mind too. Well it was a good thing I was a level-headed kid too because as my football and lacrosse careers progressed so did the skills of the other players around me.
The early success I achieved slowly faded as the other kids became just as big and strong as me. By the time high school arrived I was just your average size player with average abilities. I quickly realized my dream of play in the NFL and winning a Super Bowl would not be fulfilled, but that was okay because I now had my sights set on college and a career.