Kickball-Personal Narrative

The ability to do something that frightens one.
“You can’t kick it as hard as you can,” exclaimed Sarah.
My sister and I both knew if I kicked it hard it would shoot over the fence and into the woods.
“Don’t worry I won’t,” I said reassuring her so she would roll the ball.
We had been playing kickball for about five minutes then finally switched sides so I could kick. With the aroma of fresh cut grass and a crispness to the air,with the sun setting on that evening in the fall, I readied myself. As the ball rolled out of my sister’s hand and headed my way, I cocked back my leg and pooched it up in the air toward the left side of my yard. That is when I first realised that I had miscalculated my kick, the ball was gliding over the fence and