What Does Grandma Mean To Me

The problem I had was that there was no place to practice. The batting cage was a chest high jungle of weeds imprisoned by chain link fence. The school saw no point in restoring it, and everyone clearly understood the message that baseball and its players just weren’t worth the effort. Everyone, that is, except for me and a handful of my teammates. We would not let them determine our worth.

You never truly know how much someone means to you until they are gone. All of the hot summer days spent at her house, the home cooked meals for lunch, the daily routine of watching game shows on GSN, the hours and hours of playing monopoly, and working the concession stand at Evans Park for the summer are now just cherished memories that I have with my grandma.

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

On arrival, it all started with the formation of different groups and being trained by a coach. During school holidays, we used to converge in groups and practice baseball as a team. The kid's team helped grow my talent and by the time the intergroup kid's competition was held, I emerged the best player in the game and made connections with many people within the baseball field. It turned out to be my best game of all the time due to the fact that I had to go for inter-school competitions where I also emerged the best baseball player. I was appointed the school captain of baseball in my junior school due to my perfect skills and the way I understood

During my childhood years baseball served as a hobby that kept me active and healthy. I would constantly be watching the Anaheim Angels, playing a game of wiffleball, or hitting in the batting cages. This was a game that allowed me to have fun, develop relationships, and stay active. I developed a

Six years ago I played my very first baseball game and I was the pitcher. Now you may think that when I was four I couldn't pitch. Well you were right I just played next to the pitching machine. Getting any baseball that came my way. Popfly, grounder, line drive, you name it I caught it. I was very good at baseball and I loved to play baseball.

At a young age my dad realized I loved to throw the ball not a baseball in general. I would always find thick sticks with a strong core and hit rocks till sunset after school. With that being said, I also had a friend that played T-ball at Boykin Park. My dad thought it was a great idea to let me tryout. Not exactly tryouts honestly just showing up would have got me on the team. The park looked like was like nothing I have seen before. My dad met the coaches, and soon began to practice my swing. I played three seasons of T-Ball, because I was new to baseball and had to get my mechanics up. I started T-Ball in 1999 and ended it in 2002.

Our life is constantly changing. From being a child to becoming an adult, life is full of events that will determine how we decide to see the world and those around us. Some events can lead us to growth, virtue, happiness, and success, while others can lead us to failure, sadness, and disappointment. However, each event will always have an important impact in our lives. Although, we might not always see it, almost everything we go through in life will impact the way we see ourselves, how we interact with others, and even the way we see society as a whole.

T-ball was just the beginning of something new. I decided to try it to have something new I had never had in my life before. I remember going to the store and buying all the equipment, running down all of the aisles looking at all the cleats and bats. I wanted the brightest bat, and the most colorful cleats and helmet. The second we got home after buying all the equipment I recall going home and trying it all out. By the time the first game came around I was ready. I met so many new friends on that first game day. We all were a bit of a mess when we played but i was fun. We just played to the minimum amount of rules, hit the ball and run and when the “pitcher” has the ball no more running. I only ever got to play one year of T-ball.

“Life includes unforeseen incidents that prove critical to promote personal growth. Life rarely gives us what we want. We are lucky if life gives us what we need in order to fulfill the path that was in place at our birthing.” ― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls. People will go through the journey of life. The life is not a destination but a journey. As people go through, they learn, experience, and gain. The journey of the life matters because the people can earn experiences and those experience makes people better.

I've played baseball ever since I could remember, but somehow, at fourteen, I still wasn't very good at it.

Spring baseball ended up not being enough after my second year in the sport. Eventually, I began playing in the spring and in a fall league. I did this for a couple years, until I was nine. There were a lot of my friends who were really good at baseball who began joining travel ball teams and playing baseball beginning in the spring and playing through the summer and some of the fall. That sounded like so much fun and I was jealous that I wasn’t on one of these teams. My dad was originally opposed to the idea because tournaments were on weekends and he didn’t want us missing

She's sitting there, a blown-out shell as hulking and vacant and lifeless as the enchanted castles of my beloved fairy-tale stories. The television cries for attention, but her eyes refuse to acknowledge even its blatant wail. Behind tinted glass-is that smudged dirt or a protective coating?-eyes finally flutter open, the first sign of life. Are they blank? Do they beg for help or scream of past and present pain? I can't say-I haven't the courage to look.

In conclusion life is a rite of passage. The only certainty we have is that we will all experience them and once we have gone through the phases of a rite of passage we will never be the same person. You will always in some way or another experience a change in your life through the experience and even though the journey may not always be an easy one there is inevitably some form of growth and learning to be gained.

When I was younger I was brought up watching the Green Bay Packers and the Milwaukee Brewers. My father would watch with much enthusiasm, yelling and complaining about a lack of effort that caused an error on the baseball diamond. Football was always fun to watch and act out. I would run around outside dipping and dodging my brothers just like the football players on TV. However baseball was where my natural talent and passion fell. I grew intensely intrigued with the game. While most kids my age 7 or 8 were all in their room trying to be the best runescape player I would spend hours on end playing outside playing in the dirt with a ball and a bat. My house had an oversized back yard, with a big red shed. That big red shed was the backstop of my diamond I didn't use bases. I used whatever was lying around, gloves, garbage bags, or my shoes, usually the shirt I was wearing that day would on up being first base. Most days I would play in my bare feet. There was something about the sharp grass and sand grinding in between my toes that would make me want to play even harder and run even faster. That back yard was where I lived, I thrived there, just like in the movie “The Sandlot”. The difference was that I played with one player instead of 9. My favorite part of the sport was probably the baseball itself, a perfect sphere with bright red threads that controlled where it was going to go. My typical summer day would consist of waking up and running outside, and