Descriptive Essay: My Fifth Grade Baseball Tournament
“Up next to bat . . . Dawson Grimm!” The announcer’s voice crackled over the PA. I stepped up to the plate in the last game of my fifth grade baseball tournament. This was my first time to bat in this game, and I was nervous. As I got ready for the pitch, I could hear whispers from the crowd watching. “How old is he?” I wrapped my hands around the bat. “He looks so scared.” I took a deep breath. “He probably can’t hit it very far . . .” The pitch was thrown. “This is an easy out.” I exhaled, and swung. Crack! The ball went flying, far into left field. I sprinted as fast as I could to first base, then rounded to second. When I got there, I stopped, short of breath. The ball went to second base, but I was already safe. The crowd was stunned,