It became an undeniable obsession that filled my week with hopeful thoughts of the weekend coming sooner, only so I could get out there and feel the adrenaline again.
I grew up playing every weekend, constantly on the pursuit of getting better. I would sneak over and watch the pros practice, trying to learn anything I could. During the week I would draw up paintball maps in class and pretend to play out a game, deciding what I would do in certain situations.
Paintball from the beginning was something I knew I wanted to spend my life doing. It made me happier and more content than anything else in the world. It was the one thing I could use as a true escape from everything that was going on in my life. It was my way of expression and tranquility.
It was a chance for my dad and me to create a bond that would one day prove to be the backbone of our relationship and a huge part in how close we became.