I first fell in love with boxing in second grade, when my dad started boxing at a local gym. He brought my brother and me along, and I was immediately fascinated. “I want to try it,” I said.
Boxing is a sport where two people punch each other while wearing padded gloves. But it’s more than just fighting—there are a lot of rules you have to follow.
In the beginning, I practiced hitting pads held by my coach and hanging bags. After two months, I was ready to spar. The boy I was paired with was stronger and more experienced than I was, but I still started out confident . . .
That didn’t last long.
I couldn’t get a hit in—he was so much bigger than me! I became increasingly frustrated, until tears were streaming down my face.
Each time I went back to my corner of the ring, my coach asked me if I wanted to quit. Every time, I said no. I kept hearing my dad’s voice in my head, repeating what he’s told me since I was little: Silvas never quit.