Personal Narrative: The Sport Of Softball
You're suppose to hit the ball with the aluminium stick and its supposed to go to the grass, and then you have to run around the white things sticking out of the ground. Thats all I knew about the game of softball, but I still wanted to play and learn. Both my parents played, and I always went to their games and wanted to be out there with them. I didin't care if I was out in the beating sun with dust flying everywhere, it was the place to be. When my parents told me they had signed me up for tee ball I was so excited, but then I started crying because I had only watch it i had never played. I was five years old when I had my first game, I was so nervous, but i was having fun so that didn't matter. It was my first time up to bat, I
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It took a couple minutes, but I had finally arrived to first base. I had the biggest smile on my face, I was over joyed, but after looking at my coach the smile dissapeared. When I got back to the dugout I was immediatly taken out of the game, and had to think about what I did wrong. I was only five years old, and I made one little mistake and got punished for it. Tears started running down my face, so my I had to leave the game. My parents were furoius, so their was a lot of yelling and screaming towards my coach. As I sat in the car waiting for my parents I thought to myself, "this was suppose to be what I wanted to do throughout my life. I wanted to be just like my parents, but I wasn't good enough." In that instant I relized I needed to practice more. I needed to learn more about the game. After my parents got back in the car I told my dad that when we get home we have to start practicing. He gave me a strange look, but went along with it anyway. When we got home I asked him to tell me everything he knew about the game of softball. We spent all night practicing, and from that moment on I worked hard everyday to get better. Tee ball turned into baseball, which then turned into softball. I played from peanut B to varsity, and by varsity I had become extremely literate in the game of
It took a couple minutes, but I had finally arrived to first base. I had the biggest smile on my face, I was over joyed, but after looking at my coach the smile dissapeared. When I got back to the dugout I was immediatly taken out of the game, and had to think about what I did wrong. I was only five years old, and I made one little mistake and got punished for it. Tears started running down my face, so my I had to leave the game. My parents were furoius, so their was a lot of yelling and screaming towards my coach. As I sat in the car waiting for my parents I thought to myself, "this was suppose to be what I wanted to do throughout my life. I wanted to be just like my parents, but I wasn't good enough." In that instant I relized I needed to practice more. I needed to learn more about the game. After my parents got back in the car I told my dad that when we get home we have to start practicing. He gave me a strange look, but went along with it anyway. When we got home I asked him to tell me everything he knew about the game of softball. We spent all night practicing, and from that moment on I worked hard everyday to get better. Tee ball turned into baseball, which then turned into softball. I played from peanut B to varsity, and by varsity I had become extremely literate in the game of