“Baseball is soo easy. People play it because other sports are too hard for them.” one kid said. “You have no room to talk. You haven’t played baseball once in your life. You don’t even understand the game at all.” The kid replied with a fierce tone which really showed all the anger.
The coaches who picked the teams argued about who would get the first pick because they all wanted to pick me first. Batting right-handed came naturally. I was young, and just picked up a bat and started swinging. Around this time, I played around swinging left-handed, but it was a complete failure, so I brushed it off to the side, forgetting about it for a while. At the age of twelve, I tried again to bat left-handed, but it was still a very difficult task.
I believe that my greatest skill is baseball. In my youth, I found that I didn’t enjoy sports as much as my parents pushed me to try them. Quite possibly the competitive nature of sports was not enjoyable and I felt that staying within the comforts of home was better. However, something clicked after following baseball for a season and I urged my parents to sign me up. The first season of baseball that I played was a learning experience, but was exciting the entire way.
The cerebellum played a huge part in helping me become an excellent softball player. Every day, I would come home and repetitiously spin a softball. Practicing each spin of every ball helped me develop motor skills that would eventually become natural and effortless. These finite movements of the wrist and fingers can be credited to the cerebellum. My cerebellum enabled me to learn how to perfectly throw seven different pitches, each with a different spin and movement.
Yes, I did make friends or I did become a better player, but I also learned how to become more confident about myself. For example, when you are in an environment with no one that you know, what do you do? Well you’re first reaction is probably to confine yourself, but then you might think, “oh I really could try to make some friends.” This is an exact representation of how I felt the first day of softball practice, better known as torture. None of the girls knew me, therefore I did not know any of them. I was feeling my anxiety level rising, my whole body getting weak, and the thought of wanting to cry was to its max.
The main purpose of this story is too teach children a lesson on empathy. In other words, it is showing children how it feels to walk in another’s shoes through the use of an inanimate object used primarily by children. Each crayon portrays the emotions of people in an easy and relatable way. It goes through emotions such as anger, frustration, and sadness. In addition to teaching empathy, it also teaches children how to overcome peer challenges and solve problems in a healthy and peaceful way.
Consonants, you knew pretty much where they stood, but you could never trust a vowel. To the old pitcher, they were like his own best knuckleball comes back to haunt him. In, out, up, down --- not even the pitcher, much much less the batter knew which way it would break. He kept swinging and missing.” So much detail like before, telling a story in a story, short but understandable, specific but easy to tell. This told so much about Grayson, I mean from reading it you now know he was a pitcher, that he couldn’t read, that he was smart but average.
Basketball Time we used to go I would end up crying sooner or later it was never a time we did not go where I didn 't. I used to cry because I would think the stuff was too hard. Which it would be.but me being a kid. I never wanted to I thought he was just being mean and punishing me. But he wasn 't he was just trying to make me better.
As I remember it now, it never clicked with me. It did not feel like anything special and eventually it just phased out; I wish it had not. Later in Puerto Rico, 6 years later I decided that I would try playing soccer at the school just to try it. I went through grueling practice after practice and played game after game. But, I just wasn 't good at it.
Depression helped me see the rays of sunshine in my life. When I was in the 6th grade I felt down in a way that I hadn 't before. Sure there were times when I was upset because my best friend couldn 't hang out with me or the boy I had a crush on treated me like just his friend. But this was different, I felt slow, I felt like everything was moving at half the speed as normal and I didn 't know how to react. My life was changing for the worst as far as I was concerned, and I didn 't know how to change it for the better.