My Passions In My Life

Everyone has at least one person in their life that cares about them. Someone who makes them feel content, or special, or just different from other people. Someone who knows and understands them so well that they know the answer to even the smallest question before it has been asked. Someone who takes time out of each and every day to be with or to help them. For me, that’s my dad. My dad is not only someone who I look up to, but someone who knows me very well, someone I trust, and someone who understands me. Ever since I was a little kid, I have been close with him. We would hang out together on weekends and do so much together. We would go to movies, go to dinner, play board games, read books, and lots of other stuff that young children

I began travel softball at this time. During my first year of playing, I started pitching, not only that, but I really liked it. I don’t think either my dad or myself thought I would enjoy it as much as I do. I started to practice more and more with my dad outside. I even got special private lessons so I could continue to improve. My dad wouldn’t just go to these lessons, he would sit on a bucket with his glove on waiting for me to pitch. As I got older, and still to this day we have the same routine. Now that I am older though, I am more grateful that he does this for me. My dad always tells me, “Maddie, if you keep getting faster, I think I may need to invest in some shin guards.” This always makes me not only laugh, but realize that I am so lucky to have him in my life. During every practice, I look around and think about my other teammates, only a handful of them have a parent who will do that for them. For countless hours a week, he drives me from activity to activity and that has been the same since I was a little kid. He would leave work and go straight to my training facility just so I would have a catcher. When the weather is nice after school, we would go outside and pitch. My dad would often stop whatever he was doing just so I was able to