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Personal Narrative: My First Home Run

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My First Home-Run

It was a hot Wednesday afternoon. It was the type of weather that’s very soothing. Where there’s only a little bit of sun coming through the white clouds. The sun was an orange-yellow color. With the lowest of breeze, just to keep you cool. The weather that every baseball player likes. 0-0 top of the first inning. Stevie Ickes threw a changeup right down the middle. DINNNG went the sound of the Easton s2. I saw the ball sailing over the left fielder’s head. GONE.

I had just hit my first home-run into the JV field. I stood in the batter’s box for a minute admiring the home-run. Then I started to trot to first. My first base coach gave me a high five.

When I was rounding second it hit me that I had

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