The turf at Fenn has been a factor in so many of my great memories in my time here. Every time I come to the turf it presents me with a feeling of comfort, as if I am meant to be here. It makes me smile every time I think about our fun football practices, and all the ninth graders staying after the practices are over to practice running over the plays to make sure we perfect them. After basically every practice the ninth graders would stay out on the turf and just hang out. Whether it was running plays with the necessary positions or just practices punt returns, we always had fun. I remember how Colin would always want to practice his returns because he always got really mad when he fumbled or missed them. I remember when Patrick Romeri and I would launch the ball up and down the field seeing how far and accurate we could throw the football. I remember running plays with Patrick and Colin, making sure we had the blocks and footwork right. All of these great football memories were on the turf, and with out it would not have been possibly to happen.
As I lay on the turf, I see the trees swaying in the wind, the heat rising off the field, and the beautiful sky, and I know this is home.