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Personal Narrative: My Little Softball

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I played a little softball when I was younger with my brothers. You can say I looked up to them, I pretty much had too. I’m the youngest and the only girl in the family. We started playing softball with are cousin’s at the park. They tried to teach me how to catch and throw the ball. But I couldn’t get the hang of it, so they encouraged me to push harder. From encouraging me I grew to love the sport. My favorite part was being at shortstop, was able to tag people and strike them out. I have a pretty good throwing arm to be a girl. I’ve thrown a few strikeouts, my brothers were proud. Ever since then I started playing for Webber Middle School team it was amazing. My coach was my teacher so you know I couldn’t use an excuse to skip practice.

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