Personal Narrative: Where Do We Begin It All

I had left to my room to think about what he had told me and I just remembered how while still in middle school I was talking about being a football player all 4 years and try to get scouted by college senior year. I went back to his room and told him my decision which was to continue on with playing football. I'm glad I made that decision because I had fun during the season blowing out other schools, there were losses along the way but it didn’t matter because memories were made out of one little decision which was get up and continue hitting practice or stand down you’re not cut out for this.

I told him that I was really ready and excited. But most of them said that they weren’t so nervous but they were excited. It was the same with me because I was ready to play some ball. while I was waiting and waiting it was still not time to go to the game. I was thinking of something when I got An idea to just go to the field so that I could practice on hitting and catching so I would be ready for the game. I would also have a better feeling of what I will be doing.

“Well you better start working on it then because you’re going to do it on stage at the recital whether you can or can’t, hopefully it will look good,” she replied back sternly.

“I replied with Uncle Danny.” She said okay text me when it’s done. So we drove to the practice and started warming up throwing. After that we got in a huddle in I met the coach the we started practice. We were taking ground balls, pitching and batting practice. Once practice was over the coach said, I like the way you play but I wanna see you in the game. A couple days later I played in

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).

When Ben and I signed up for that year we decided to play for the Otterbein team, because my school didn 't have a team and Ben was homeschooled. We then found out that there was only nine people on the team which meant that no one could miss a game because baseball needs 9 player on the field at all time. On the way to my first practice with Ben I didn 't care much about how the team was when it came to

But just like basketball I am super small and not the strongest. The main reason I made the team was because only about 8 kids tried out and we had to find kids to come play with us. I realized fast that baseball would be hard and challenging. I had to be either a lead off hitter or the last guy in the order because I couldn't hit the ball hard enough to be a power hitter. I also had to work harder in the field because I couldn't throw the ball nearly as far or hard as most kids. This was a big challenge for me that I had to overcome. So I started working, I also wanted to be a pitcher too, so I had to learn how to do that as well. I would throw on one day the next day would be hitting then the last day was pitching. Throwing, hitting, pitching, over and over again for the last month and half of summer. Then by the end of summer I had the skills necessary to compete with the larger kids my age and have a chance to play the positions I wanted in catcher and shortstop. This made me extremely happy, but our record did not. We only won 6 out of about 30 games. The next year we were better and we continued to improve as a team every year and we are now winning about 66% of our games. This has taught me that hard work by myself and as a team can greatly change how well we do with

For some reason i really liked baseball now because it just has that fun type feeling. I told my aunty and papa that i would sign up and play. They trusted me and signed me up. I was still scared because they were tall and they could throw the ball really fast. I had a shaky feeling but i felt good and i was convinced that i could do it.

My mom answered, "Fine we can try the YMCA for a few years." I played at the YMCA for third grade.I hated everything about my team, the players weren't serious, our team name was butt burnin hot sauce, and the coach didn't know how to teach, but we were young.

“Yeah , I can. And I have lot of it.” My mind drifts to the long list of carefully copied assignments in my agenda and I start to eat a little faster.

"Well you can come help me choose an outfit for the ball tonight!" He said in a worried voice.

“UGH,” I groaned. So the rest of the night, I was stressing out over the first game because I had never played basketball before. I didn’t get to practice with my team. I don’t even know my coach or teammates. Why did my mom have to sign me up for basketball without even asking me?

“Let me see your schedule…Mmm...Ooo! We have have gym and English together. We also have homeroom!,” Eli exclaimed.

“I’m going to play with my friends.” He blurted. Now I’m finishing my homework. I want to play my friends too.

“I said ok See you after practice” Zade shouted as he walk towards the field