My Life With My Father

In total I had joined 6 baseball teams in my whole life (17 years). I don’t want this problem to ever happen again so I’m not planning on joining anymore teams for now, but I may join one during college. I still like baseball even after all these years. Baseball has always been a part of my life. It’s been something I’ve played, it's been something my grandfather has enjoyed, my aunt, and pretty much my whole family. But at the end of the day I think that it was one of the best decisions that I had ever made just because I have more time to do stuff and time to spend with my family members and friends from

It was not until the age of 10 where my career really started to kick in and I did not take baseball for granted. It was a sport that I always liked to play. I always played every summer in a youth baseball league. It was a recreational league, but it is where I made some of my best friends. This league made it feel like we had no responsibilities and the social environment was one that I will never forget because being able to talk to others that understand what you mean is nice to have. When first starting that league my dad started coaching me up until I was eleven. Then he started taking the game to heart. We were still too young to fully understand that and he made a few kids cry and so the league banned him from coaching. So, my next year my grandpa took my dad’s spot and coached the team. There was always one rivalry we had. It was a team with almost all the older and best players in the league. Every year they went undefeated, except one. It was the finals game and it was a double

I was born May, 30th 1989 at Wadley Medical in Texarkana, Ar. I was born to Kym Crispino from Queens, NY and William Lee of Hot Springs, Ar. My parents were young when they had me. We were very poor at times, but they always made sure I had what I needed. I was an only child, but grew up around plenty of cousins. I have lived in Texarkana my entire life. My parents split up when I was twelve, and my mother and I moved out into the country on a dead-end street with no children in the area, I became very sheltered and a little socially awkward.

The long series of events started when I was seven years old and my parents signed me up for Bobby Sox softball. I soon grew to love the sport and came back to the organization every year until I turned ten. I stopped playing for the league and tried out for a local travel ball team and made it. I soon had a career out of playing travel ball, it was my whole life. I had been on many teams and created many memories. As I got older, I didn’t enjoy playing softball as much as I did before. I was scared to tell this my dad this because he had high hopes that I would play in college. When I told my dad that I wanted to quit softball, I learned that I need to do what makes me happy even if it disappoints people.

I, Damien Smith am a baseball player and I been playing baseball since I was 6 years old. I started in youth baseball and worked my way to the top for a spot on the varsity baseball team at Mount East High school. Let me tell you about my father, my father’s name was Rick Smith and he was an exceptional great man and a great baseball player. He was a professional player in the minor league and my dream was to follow his ways of baseball. Dad introduced me to baseball as a child and I fell in love with it ever since. Unfortunately when I was ten years old, Dad died from a tumor in his brain and it was a stage four tumor. Doctors couldn’t do anything about it and it was a terminal illness and dad knew he was going to die soon.

Growing up, my dad made sure that my brothers were involved in sports. Because he thought that football was too rough for them at a young age he signed them up for baseball. From then on out, we became a baseball family. Everything we did, all of our family friends were because of the sport. Even though, I did not play the sport, I still loved the game. It was the beginning of my seventh grade year when my dad informed me that it was mandatory that I participate in an extracurricular activity and because my dad was the authoritarian saying “no” to him was not a question. It was then that I decided to join a softball team.

My life as Adriana Torres started on June 15, 2001. It was kind of odd because when i was born my parents said i was born exactly at the time of 6:15 am. They thought it was a coincidence that my birthday is 6.15.01 and i was born at 6:15 am. My name Adriana, came from the spanish origin. I was born in Dallas, Texas, which is also where i have been growing up. I am hispanic. In my family there are 5 other people not including me, which are my two older brothers and my older sister, then my two parents.

Baseball sign-ups were ending that week, and that’s when I realized that, that moment would change the rest of my life. My mom asked me to sign the paper, but I denied it and announced that I wasn’t going to do baseball. After that came out of my mouth, mom was in shock because I loved the sport so much. Later in the day, I thought about it and was a little nervous because I was worried that I would want to go back to baseball. When I told all of my friends, they were surprised as well. A few days past on and some kids were picking on me, but it didn’t get to me because they will be watching me in the “Masters Championship” (the “Masters” is when the best of the best compete to see who the best golfer is that year).

My future lay in academia. So, I decided to stop playing. It was a drastic change for me. I hadn’t known a life without baseball before and I had to convince my dad that I was ready to make this decision.

My is name Rivers Jacob Torres. I was born on December 24 2000 in St. Tammany Parish Hospital. I have lived in four places in my life, my first house was one that I can’t remember living in on account of me being a baby at the time. I have been told it wasnt anything large, in fact it was quite small, but it suited my family of three quite nicely. I stayed in my next house near Kehoe-France for quite a while, but we had to leave it because there was not enough room for my new family of six. The next house didn't last for long ,however, because after four years of living in this small neighborhood off of I 12 we moved to my current house in the tchefuncta country club. The bad thing is that this house is still undergoing some maintenance so its not fully complete. Once things are completed, for the first time in my life I will have a room completely to myself and if I'm lucky I'll be able to use my leaky shower again.

My grandpa played baseball and slow pitch softball his entire life. When I showed interest in wanting to play he showed interest in me and wanted to support and help me with all he’s got. When I was younger, he and I would play baseball twice a week. We would work on my mechanics and make me a superior ball player. I would always look forward to those two days of the week because they were so enjoyable, we always went to eat after

I started baseball when I was about six years old. I loved the game. I also remember telling my dad "when I grow up I'm going to be a professional baseball player." He always responded with " it takes a lot to become a good baseball player but it takes even more to understand the game." Almost every day after school I would sprint up the hill next to our house and plow through the door then beg my dad to play baseball with me. We would be in the back yard for hours upon hours throwing and catching. We would play whiffle ball for about an hour and then as soon as my dad hit a home run I would get really angry with my dad, the reason for this is because I have always

Growing up in a home with both my parents, I was fortunate to be able to spend a lot of quality time with my father. We used to go out together and play soccer, baseball, and ride bikes. I remember we used to play a lot of old school video games and my mother would get pretty upset at the hours we spent playing and not doing anything productive. In my point of view, our relationship was perfect; our bond was strong like any father and son. I was only four years old when my world was turned upside down. My life changed the day that my mom and my dad separated, I felt alone. The process of a divorce was too much for a child that age to handle; it was a hard time for me. Although I had no father figure for about 12 years because my dad moved

From the time I was able to walk I wanted to be a professional baseball player. I always fantasized it being game seven of the world series, with my team down three runs, the bases loaded with two outs, and I was up to bat. Of course every single time I fantasized about this, which was a lot I might add, I knocked a 400 foot home run in the left field bleachers to win the world series. I played in numerous amounts of wiffle ball games with my brother, sister, and my dad in backyard even when I was only two years old and would run the bases backwards. By the way, my family is super competitive, so there were some intense games in my backyard. Baseball has been my love since day one. The word “ball” was even my first word. I have played in probably a billion baseball games in my life and I have not regretted one second of it. I have had an amazing career playing and I am truly blessed for the ability I have been given, but I know I will never actually be able to

As a child, I remember growing up in an area of Atlanta, Georgia called Mechanicsville. This area was very diverse with people from various socioeconomic backgrounds. Often, my mother would share valuable life lessons with my siblings and me. One, in particular, I remember even to this day is, “Life is only as challenging or motivating as you make it”. Originally, I did not quite understand the purpose of this aphorism; but as I got older, the meaning became quite clear. Although life for me has been both wholesome and unhealthy, in hindsight, it seemed better than my childhood friends. If you knew the real story, you would see that my life is not as perfect as it appears. Just to provide you with a little insight into my world, I had a