How my dream originated

Well where did this dream come from one might ask? Well it's kinda funny to me. I didn't want to be a sports broadcaster from birth, this was something that came later to me in my young life. When I was younger my mother worked in a nursing home,i saw her wear her white uniform and to me I thought she was an actual doctor from a big hospital. I should of known otherwise seeing that we lived in a small one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. Thinking my mom was a doctor I wanted to be one too, I wanted to be a surgeon in the emergency room. When i came to my senses around twelve years of age I realized that cutting people open and seeing large amounts of blood was not for me. And so I decided I needed to keep searching for that reason as to why god put me on this Earth. Around this time I had moved from Brooklyn to the slower paced town of Colonial Heights, Virginia. It was weird for me here i had little friends, and I was going through my awkward stages. I had nobody to really talk to, so during these times i kept to myself I was my own best friend. It was not until the eighth grade when I started to make friends and discover who I really was this was the beginning. So during the years that I kept to myself I thought that i had figured out why I had been put here. I felt that i was supposed to be an actress, I knew that this was what i had been put here for. I loved Katie Holmes, and i knew practically everything about Drew Barrymore. I was apart of the drama club in high school, but when i was giving little to no parts in the plays I kinda gave up on the dream. What smashed the dream for me big time was when my mom and aunt said that i was just copying my older cousin, and that acting really wasn't what I wanted to do. This pissed me off, but eventually i decided to move on to the next thing. So has an epiphany at one point or another in there life, mine came to me when i went to my first high school football game. It was not exactly and NFL game, but it was close enough to me. The sounds, the smells, the actual fact that my mom had finally let me out of the house. Watching my first live football game made me discovered my love for football. I watched it all the time, I watched all the many ESPN channels. The NFL network took place of my beloved nickelodeon, I wanted to be apart of this male driven society, but i did not know where I would fit in at. Until one day that epiphany i was talking about earlier kicked in. I was watching a football...the exact teams that were actually playing is a blur to me now, but i do remember the broadcaster who interviewed the players during halftime. It was Pam Oliver an American sportscaster known for her work on the sidelines for various NBA and NFL games. This was my new beginning I finally knew where I belonged.