My Memories Of My Life Essay

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.

Topic (Biographical Essay): We are interested in learning more about you and the context in which you have grown up, formed your aspirations, and accomplished your academic successes. Please describe the factors and challenges that have most shaped your personal life and aspirations. How have these factors helped you to grow?

Blood, sweat and tears. All for one sport you love. Going to the fields, putting my cleats on and batting.(Cumulative) From the time I stepped on the diamond, I knew softball was going to be something I was good at. Usually most people start off playing t-ball and work their way up to the big leagues. Not me. I started my third grade year. Of course I was hesitant (nervous), but I got over that fast enough. I played every position possible. I was a strong hitter (usually making it on base every time). But that’s 10 u. Over the years, I became exceptionally good at softball. I had many compliments on how good I was. Parents were telling my parents how good I was. But that was only the beginning.

At 10 years old I was told I wasn’t good enough to be a softball infielder, and that the outfield is where I was meant to be. I refused to accept this, although I was smallest on the team, the weakest, and probably the least likely to have any chance playing the infield, I would not be told what I could or could not be. So I worked hard.

As I was still getting the hang of this new sport I had realized that I have an advantage that the other girls didn’t have, it was my personal coach. My mom. Not only is she my softball coach, but she’s also my life coach. Over the years I have grown such an attachment to this game, that I can’t imagine my life without it. So that is why I don’t take softball for granted, because when I broke my left ankle I couldn’t even practice, or when I tore a ligament in my right ankle, I was definitely sad and I didn't know what to do, I felt empty, plus seeing people playing your favorite game in front of you and knowing you can't play really takes a toll on you emotionally. I still remember when I had to sit out of several softball games, and a championship. I felt like I was letting my teams down, I just felt so useless. That’s where I can mostly identify myself with my mother, through softball and the injuries that she has had during playing the

Softball has always been a significant part of my life, but without my Dad I would have never discovered my indispensable passion for it. I still remember the exact moment when I realized that softball was going to have a special spot in heart. The only problem was that when I decided that, I was the scrawny little fourth grader who was stuck on the bench cheering on my RARA team. That year was going to be my last year of playing, but my Dad told me to keep at it. I told him if I were to do that, I needed to become as good as all of the other girls. He told me I needed to become better than them, so we set a day each week in addition to our team practices to become a better player.

“I’m sorry Larry, but she’s wasn’t good enough to make the team.” This is the phone call my dad received when I was a 7th grader. He comes in and tells me and he sees how I break when he tells me it. I am not playing junior varsity softball. This may seem insignificant, but to me this was huge. A sixth grader made it to junior varsity over me. I was told that I wasn’t good enough. I was told that I’d never be a championship pitcher. I remember when I was seven or so when we were losing a game on my first softball team. There was three of us pitchers. The first was hurt, and the second was too tired to keep pitching accurately. The coach looks around the dugout and asks, “She is getting tired. Who can we put in?” His eyes hover over me and anticipate that I might be going in the game. The coach looks over me and decides that the pitcher that is physically drained should stay in the game over me, who is still full of energy and ready to go in. I started thinking, was I not good enough for him? Was I a failure to the team? Was I even useful?

My whole body was in shock, everything I had worked so hard and long for was gone. All the time I had spent was wasted and I didn't think I would accomplish anything ever again. After a lot of persuasion and complaining I decided to continue playing softball on a travel team so I had some what of a chance on making the team in 8th grade. The longer it was the harder I started working so I could get a spot on the team. I knew it was going to be a challenge but I was p for it. I worked harder than I ever have all year so I would be ready. When the spring finally came around I tried out for the team and made it. It felt so amazing knowing I can do anything if I try hard

The first time I became officially involved in softball was my sophomore year of high school. The same day I joined is the same day I fell in love. My coach was great! I wasn’t the best on the team and I needed a lot of practice, but he would not let me give up. I have never been so dedicated to something in my life. I practiced every-single-day. I worked through injuries, pain, and heat. Practiced ended at five o’clock; I wouldn’t leave that field until seven p.m. Softball taught me no matter how bad or good at something you are there is always room to improve, to get better. Also, to stay on the team you had to pass all your classes including gym. I became so

I started to reflect back to when I first started pitching. My dad and I spent countless hours in the backyard practicing just trying to get better. I always stayed after team practices so that I could get a couple pitches in. There were times when I threw almost ten games in one weekend. Looking back, I started to question myself. Was it really all worth it? I couldn't imagine not being able to play softball anymore. I have played the game since I was five years old. How could I just quit all of a sudden? My dad and I had a great relationship because of the bond that we created during practices and games. Softball also brought me many great friendships. I met my best friend playing softball. It allowed me to stay physically fit without even felling like I was working out. It also made me mentally

My First Memory- Personal Narrative I’ve had many memories during my lifetime, many good, and some bad. My

My life has been a crazy roller coaster with many events that have affected my life all in different ways. There have been times where my life has been at its highest peak in the world then it falls down, right into a deep valley. From the time my lovable younger sister came into my life to when my grandpa had a near death experience, I have learned many valuable lessons through the rough times as well as the more happy times. When I was a young girl, my mom had always told me the same thing over and over again. I never really thought about how a few words would have a deep effect on me in a short amount of time.

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.