In eighth grade, I had a friend, Peter. He was an amazing sports star. Unluckily, I never seemed to be any good at sports. But Peter was my best friend, and when he joined a team, I did, too. Or at least I1.
Peter was a starter for the JV field hockey team. He was a natural, so he picked up the sport 2.I, on the other hand, couldn't seem to hold the stick comfortably. Then Peter spent more and more time with the other boys like him and I was beginning to be left behind.
Deciding to3our friendship, I asked my mom to buy me my own hockey stick so 1 could practise at home. Peter looked at my4, and I could tell that he was thinking it was a waste of money.
I was5by his reaction (反应), and again I felt the distance (距离) between us. If I was going to keep Peter as a friend, I thought, I simply had to be good at this sport. Somehow, I had to learn how to throw and catch the ball and be6on the playing field.
So I practised and practised. I often felt like there was no hope, but I kept at it.
Then, one day, something happened. I7off with Steve，who had become my partner since Peter had quickly proven to be too good to play with me. That day, when Steve sent me his first throw, I caught it. Then I caught his next throw, and the next. The stick was actually feeling good in my hands.
I still don't know what exactly happened that day, but I will always be thankful for it. By the end of the season, I was8for the JV team. I scored 12 goals that year. My success on the field gave me confidence that I really needed. And Steve turned out to be a great friend.
