It happened to both of my kids at 16. For 12 straight years I watched them practice and play, and then they decided to hang it up. Both were starters on their club team, and both made varsity as freshman. I MISS WATCHING THEM PLAY SO MUCH! Sometimes I think about adopting and doing it all over again. Bring on the 8AMs in Lancaster and the parking fees, I would gladly drive and play to see my kids play again. When I read about some people complaining about distance, fees or climate conditions I wish I could be their kids parent for a day and drive them to the game , set my chair up, shag balls, and enjoy every touch on the ball. The most euphoric feeling I have ever had was my son making his PK at Surf Cup 2011 to send his team to the final.
I think I need to go watch a tournament and pick a team to root for it might be good therapy LOL