You were playing indoor soccer.

You scored a goal, but for the rest of the match, you felt like you could have done better than you had and then when the match was over, you fell and lay on the floor, exhausted. You wanted to cry because you were beating yourself up for what you had done in the rest of the match. Jobe, your friend, sat next to you and I smiled slightly.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. "Do you want to go home?"