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Eassy On Memoir
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A Bad Feeling
Have you ever wondered how a couple of games of baseball can change a child’s life?Monday was going to be a triering day because report cards were coming out and baseball tryouts where going to held later that day.And I want to do this but I had never thought that I would be very good at this sort of things.I didn’t really like to do much,but monday after school I gave her my report card with a slip of paper that had baseball try outs on it and she looked at me and said, “do you what to do this?”I made a nasty face “like really”.So tuesday after school she drove me over to the lincoln Options and started to drive down a big gravel road that was very dusty. when she drove down, I started to get this weird feeling
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It was the longest first day of practice and I still had that weird feeling in my stomach and started to feel a little light headed.And that big muscular man had walked over to me and asked if i was okay and I had answered with a loud scream and he said good that's what I like to hear and if you have anything to tell me you can talk to me after or before practice.We began off throwing the ball back in forth to see which one of us had a good arm so we can have a good pitcher.and of course my arm was good but I couldn't throw in a straight line so he had put me in at 3rd base.Had our first game a couple of weeks later and we were going to play the cubs and I had saw that one of the coaches had come up to me and told me that we were going to be going up against a couple of good sized boys that play harder then others.And I really didn’t understand what he was telling me because I was half a wake so when the game day had came we did some type of cool dance before we had played and I was so hyped and we had won the coin toss so coach had decided to hit first and the half of the team had hit all the way to the outfield.When I had stepped up to home plate to hit the ball and missed the first two throws and I had splashed the third ball that me had thrown and went right over the second baseman's head and right into the outfielders glove and i had got so pissed of I throw the bat right at the fence and walked into the dugout and walked around in circles.We all had batted and I went

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