Where Did The Time Go - Nick Hwang

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As the month of February comes to an end, sadly, wrestling season is also starting to end.  After recently placing at districts, it is time I wrestle in regions and compete to make it to Atlantic City, where the state tournament is held. I have wrestled in upwards to 35 matches, yet it does not feel like it. The season has gone by in the blink of an eye. I even remember  last year’s season as if it were yesterday. I sat in this same gym, with the same goal of reaching the state level, but last year I did not reach that goal.
As I sit in the stands looking into the mat and watching my teammates wrestle, the memories come back to me - good times with the team like movie night at coach’s house, team dinners after big matches, the long bus rides home from away matches, and even small things like the “team runs,” in which we would go on a leisurely walk, telling coach it was a good workout when we arrived back. And then it hit me that some of my favorite teammates will not be with me next year, to train with me, and go after the same goal with me. The kids I have looked up to as a role model will have graduated, and they will be away at college chasing their dream. I may only be a sophomore, but before I know it, I will be sitting in this gym for the last time, except then, I will be the role model, I will be the kid that my teammates look up to.
As I stand on the mat, I remember my first years of wrestling, the youth days when I used to get driven to a different state each week for a different tournament or dual meet. Those days were more carefree. Those days were so much fun. I remember my old teammates from my old town, the times we had, the memories we made, the bonds we shared, the dinners we used to go to after weigh-ins, and the car rides home together after big tournaments, where we would all wind up falling asleep on each other. As I recall all these things I ask myself: Where did all that time go? When did I so old? So big? Why can’t I just be in elementary school again? When I was younger, I used to wish I were older, wish I was taller, wish I was in high school. On the other hand, my parents would always comment on how they wish they were young again. They used to say to me, “Nicky, don’t wish for time to go by, enjoy your time as a kid while it lasts,” and now I can finally see why.

Comments

  1. AnonymousFebruary 29, 2020 at 5:23 AM

    I thought this was an interesting and creative blog. It was fun to read. Good job! Did you make it to states this year?

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  2. DanielleFebruary 29, 2020 at 6:46 AM

    Just wait- the years go by faster and faster as you get older. It's crazy!

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