Personal Narrative: Field Of Dreams

I’ve played baseball for as long as I can remember I was an average baseball player not one that would get a hit every time I stepped up to the plate. I remember stepping up to the plate sweat dripping off my helmet and the palms of my hands were sweating. As I got ready for the pitch I thought to myself why am I overthinking this. I swung and missed at the first pitch. I could feel my heart pounding and my stomach was starting to hurt. I swung and missed again I heard strike two. For a second I thought I got this. The next pitch I hit far but it was just foul. I could hear my teammates screaming go Alex. Then I swung and missed strike three and I walked with my head down back to the dugout. For the rest of the day I didn’t want to talk to

Everybody has a special place that means so much to them every time the set foot there. My special place just so happens to be a baseball field. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a particular field, it’s just that every time I set foot on one I think of all the memories made when playing the game and of all the friends I have made because of it. I have been playing baseball for practically my entire life and along the way have learned a lot of life lessons because of it. A few fields that specifically stand out to me are Cooperstown Dreams Park and Wenatchee Valley College baseball field.

There is something hypnotic about an empty stadium after a home win. It’s simply so quiet. But the atmosphere is electric. Like the air itself has a pulse. Like I can still feel the eager thrill of the crowd on my skin, the adrenaline from his home runs maddening the heart of us all. It’s unhinging. I have to admit it’s intoxicating. Like the world is at my feet and in these quiet moments I can do whatever I want, be whoever I want. Maybe a bolder girl, or braver; perhaps selfless and fearless.

Hey, I’m Adam. When I was younger something happened, and it was scary. Now this had no affect on anyone except me. I was playing baseball and it was turn to bat. I stepped into the batter's box, took my stance, and awaited for the pitch. It was outside for ball one. The very next pitch hit me right above my left ear. Thank god i was wearing a helmet. When the pitch was coming I didn’t know what to do. I stood there frozen waiting for the pitch to hit me, and as soon as I did I knew that the choice that I just made was a terrible one. I went to first after the coaches checked me out and I looked fine. I stole second and then the inning ended and I was put on the bench even though I insisted I was fine. I didn’t know until the next day that

I remember the first time I heard the phrase “American dream” it was when I was in my third grade English class. The phrase didn’t mean much to me back then but now it has a complete different meaning for me because it changed my life dramatically.

As Madison crossed the finish line in first place, the whole crowd went wild. There were screaming parents and crying athletes who had just won a first place state title. I looked at my teammates and said under my breath to them, “It’s our time to shine now.” We all stood up, wished each other luck, and then reported to our assigned leg.

Thoughts of sorrow flooded my head. Almost as if I had already drowned. I have become deaf towards society as the true pain of my mother leaving had turned my heart cold. I look in the washroom mirror, questioning where I stand in life. Spending time on the ghetto streets, breaking rules and going towards the negative path in order to seize the temporary moments before reality hits. I am a teen named Tyrone, with a slender build, pushing my hair back towards a thuggish look, wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans. Eyes filled with tears I run outside, to a narrow street of old worn down houses, packed with families who have lost hope. Tightly packed cars, dark, and seemed abandoned. On the lonely street, the lights suddenly flickering, what I witnessed was petrifying. I heard the gasp of my childhood

. The batter hit a line drive the shortstop threw but it was too late ,safe the umpire said. The next batter came up he hit one right to me I leaped for and I caught it. I immediately got to see if the runner on base ran he stayed, I told myself good choice . The sun gleaming on my neck I started to sweat the next batter came up he hit to third. The third basemen got the grounder and threw to second then threw it to first double play the crowd went wild.ahhhhhahhhhhhhh! We were in the bullpen then coach said Jackie you're up next someone was on second base I got up to bat and I got hit in the face I immediately fell. I went to first base slowly I knew it was on purpose but it's going to take a lot more than getting hit by a pitch to take me down. The next people up at bat stroke the score steal 0-0. I told coach I couldn’t see that well so he took me out until the ninth inning. The score now 3-2 with two outs and a man on third NewYork winning by one. It’s my turn to bat and

I just stand there looking and feeling like I just wanted to run off the field, runners! Take your places, I heard a voice say I look and everyone was getting in the lane that was assigned to them I slowly walk to my mine, lane 1! I said to myself of all the lane I got the worst one, I have to run harder to catch up with the others. My stomach started to do a dance and I was so nervous. On your marks! Get set, my blood started to beat in my ears so loud I could hardly hear then the gun went off, I knew I was running has fast as I can go, I look to see where the other runners was, they were all in front of me I kept saying I can’t do this, I can’t do this and right in the middle of the field I just stop, and ran off the field to the girl’s locker room and cry for a while, my friend came looking for me she just put her hands around me and said I know, and it was alright, we just sat there not saying another word to each other, then she said ready to leave I nod. Everyone was outside waiting for us to come out, they all greeted me with a hug and a smile my coach came over to me and said he was sorry for what he put me through, I just look at him and he said your mom spoke to me. I look over to where my mother was she was smiling with her hand over her heart at

The trailer door fell in front of me and made a thud as it hit the grass, suddenly the dark trailer was lit and my horse was illuminated, as he began calling out. I undid the “butt bar” and walked into the trailer. When I got to my horse, I took the coarse leadrope into my hands and untied it from the old rusted eyehook wedged into the board in the corner. Each step backwards off the trailer brought us one step closer, quit possibly into the beginning of the rest of our show lives together. I looked at Bailey, he threw his head up like a sports team throws up their fists at victory, and I gave him a solid nod.

We may never know when our life is complete. Life is filled with endless possibilities and a great range of problems that will always affect the future. In the novel and film, High Fidelity, Rob Gordon cannot put the pieces of his life together as he struggles to form a strong relationship with the people around him. It was a long and hard conflict he had to face, though he was able to learn the absolute “Truth”, or noumena, of reality. Similar to Rob, all I wanted was my life to be one. I had this mindset that I had to fit into something. Whether this something was the “in” crowd, the artists, the writers, the jocks, I wanted to feel like I’m part of a larger group. This may have been the same way Rob had felt when searching for reasons as to why his life is the way it was. We both

We met daily at 6 A.M. for weights and speed training. Then it was quickly time to start two a days. All of our coaches knew it was going to be a great year and that we had a chance to win state. “We could take state this year guys!” said Head coach O’dwyer and the others. When he said that it sent tingles down my spine. Game time had arrived. We were scrimmaging against the Wray Eagles. We

It was a sunday morning. My dad came into my room to wake me up. So i got up and got dressed. My mom said to me, “there is a horse show today.” I replied back, “ok are we going to pick up Stu on the way there”. My mom said yes. So i went outside and helped my dad hook up the trailer.

I awoke in the morning to Baljeet Tjinder, standing right upon my bed. I was having the best dream of my life, It was of my past life before I made the travel. You see, before I made my trek to this new cultivated land I was in despair and complete isolation, except for my family who I worked every day for 12 hours to feed. Every dream I have reminds me of my family. I miss them and need to work extremely hard to get enough money to send them here and out of the depression back in California.

Safe. The roar of cheers break through the first devil distracting it for a little bit. A feeling of warmth on this frigid day as the word safe exits the umpires mouth. The rain starts to drizzle on me as I stand at second base. As I steal third, the devil starts again, but this time it wasn’t like the past couple of times. This one had strength, power, and all control. This devil showed it was trapped. This devil didn’t appear as independent, it was attached. Attached to something that was holding it back. It was holding me back. “I can’t make it” was all that ran through my head during the sixty foot sprint. I dream up a image of this devil during the timeout that followed the play. It is in my head pretending to be trapped. The only way to for it to escape is for me to release it. But how? I asked myself this question over and over until it was time for me to focus. Focus. That was something that couldn’t happen with this devil in there. I take a big lead off then pause before I dive back to the base. I am out. Out on a throw down. Glances from the other team look at me like I am a fool. Glances from my teammates saying that it is okay, but not meaning one word of it. The look of disappointment from your coach who knows that you can do better, but has yet see it in a game setting. Still in my head sits the devil who ruined it. Frustration. Frustration builds in my head from the devil. Everyone knows I’m better than that, but am I really? Can I