I had a feeling that I was gonna pitch that day, so I had to get my mind right. When I got to the field I sat my bag and everything else in the same spot, grabbed my glove, stretched, and started warming up. At the time I was very superstitious and I had to do the same thing every single pregame. Right before the game started my coach talked to all of us and then I would give my pregame speech to hype of the team. Then I ran out to the field and began pitching.
I was in Traverse City last year with my team for a softball tournament. It was the fifth inning of our morning game, we were down by a few runs and I was on deck. “There is one out,” I thought to myself “I have to get on base.” Maddy (who was just up) hit the ball and was on first. Now it was my turn. I started my journey to the plate.
I played football or basketball everyday after school with my friends in the neighborhood. It is nice to be surrounded by people who also enjoy sports because it just makes sense. Being involved in baseball as much as me has taken me so many places. I went to Quincy a few times went. Went to Jacksonville, Illinois and Little Rock, Arkansas.
It’s One or The Other When I was 4, I started to play soccer. I was very young to start, but that didn’t faze me. I’d go around kicking and screaming with joy. After a while of playing that sport, I became interested in playing softball because I would watch my big brother play; I have always looked up to him. As I became more interested in both of the sports, I would always want to play, didn’t matter what time of day, the weather conditions, whether or not I had anybody to play with.
When I was playing baseball I wasn’t happy; it was complete torture. When I was in cross country practice I loved life. I knew it was what I wanted to do, not baseball. “I just don’t know how to leave baseball; my dad loves that I play his favorite sport.” I spoke to my mom and she suggested I enjoy my high school career doing something I enjoy. My decision is clear but I just don’t know how to tell my dad; sometimes we are concerned about other people’s feelings, that we don’t do what we truly love.
As we start to pass I realize that they are really good I am not nearly as good as them. Once I realize that my passes start to get worse and worse. I can tell that the other girls start to wish that they hadn’t asked me to join them. All of my thoughts came as, “Maybe volleyball isn’t for me, maybe I should just go home.” Then something hits me, literally! A girl tried to pass the ball to me and I was so caught up in my thoughts that the ball hit me in the head.
In the beginning, my step-dad would give up a lot of his spare time to help me learn the basics of the sport. After I played summer softball at Gompers Park, I fell in love with the sport. Softball made me social and happy again. My step-father was so glad that I was finally happy again, that he did everything in his power to support what I loved. He sacrificed multiple paychecks for me so that I could play for a travel
I’ve learned many things about softball, but one that has stuck out to me and that also applies to life is that it can be fun. However, sometimes things happen and people have got to just keep pushing through it. My third year of softball my team was very proficient, strong, and confident. When it came time to go to our first tournament, we were unquestionably excited. We knew we were going to do excellent because our team was undefeated, and with our confidence, we could do anything we wanted.
He’s not my bank, not my king, not my prime minister he is just an average, man, who I look up to when I need help and who I respect. My hero is my dad. He is a very hard worker. He comes home at different time during the day. If he’s gonna be home in time when school finishes he would call me and tell me that he can pick me up from school.
My mom gave me some pain killers that were while and fairly small, it was a little hard to swallow cause I’ve never taken a pill before. I don’t really remember what happened to my brother because after that I feel asleep and stayed asleep for the rest of the day. I was in a little bit of trouble myself because technically we weren’t supposed to be outside in the first place.At the time I was around eight or nines years old so that me this experience even more tramazizing.From that day forward I never thought I would take to him or hug him or towards any interest in my brother, because he hurt me, mentally and