To play lacrosse for a middle school team was a true passion when I was in
elementary school. In my mind, lacrosse was the center of everything. It was my fun,
and it was always on my mind. To play on a middle school lacrosse team, however, I had
to be in middle school. This rule made me furious when I was in fifth grade: my last year
in elementary school. Then I started sixth grade, and things were a little bit different.
Finally old enough to play sports on a middle school team, I prayed every night
that I would make the lacrosse team. Every day after school I would play lacrosse in a
small grassy field not far from my house with my best friends: Tom, Jeff, Matt, Kevin,
and Josh. We would practice from the time that we got home from school, until our
parents made us come inside for dinner. Each time we played we had more fun than the
time before, and simultaneously became rather good at lacrosse. Making the team was a
goal deeply embedded in my heart. However, subconsciously I felt that I would make the
Before I knew it, the first Monday of spring arrived: lacrosse tryouts. More than
ready to tryout, everyone anxiously waited outside the gym after school. After a few
minutes I started to look around; I was the only girl trying out for the team! I
contemplated this thought for a while, and the thought started to sicken me. "Just a
bunch of sissy girls go to our school," I said to my friends, as they nodded their heads in
agreement. All of a sudden my thoughts were broken by the ranting voice of the lacrosse
coach. "In my office Reynolds!," he bellowed loudly at me. As I was walking nervously
towards him, I could tell that there was something wrong by the look on his face.
"Your a girl, Lindsay. Girls don't play lacrosse. Girls cheer. Why don't you try
out for cheerleading, or softball? This is boys' lacrosse, sorry no gir...