Personal Narrative: My First Home Run

“Dude, Goose! Look at this guy!” Alex yelled from across the dugout. I look out to the mound, and I see a kid just starting to throw a pitch. I waited until I heard the ball hit the catcher’s mitt before I judged him. “Dang Luke, he is slow,” said Mark. “I know I know, but be humble because you could still strikeout,” I replied. The inning begun with Ben getting on base. That meant that Ethan was up next and I was on deck. I was on the on-deck circle watching the pitcher. I knew with his speed and the average sized fields, I could make something happen. Ok, calm yourself, just focus on getting on base. Don’t think about anything else. “Strike!” yelled the umpire. I knew my time was getting close. I tried not to think about hitting a home run because I have before, and I always
They were all excited that we had control of this game, and that I hit my first homerun.”

After the game, I got in the car with Jack and his mom, Margi. We started talking about my game, and how it was awesome that I hit a home run. We stopped to eat at a Subway, and that is where I called my parents.
“Hi Luke,” said my mom.
“Hi Mom.”
“I heard you hit a home run! I bet you are excited!”
“Yeah Mom, it was awesome.”
“Ugh, the one tournament we miss and you hit a homerun. Maybe we should keep missing them.”
“Haha, I wish you were here. I miss you.”
“I miss you too. Love you!”
“Love you too! Bye”
“Bye, I will see you tonight.”
When we hung up, I could only smile because I just did something awesome. I thought that my home run experience was different than others, because I knew I was going to hit one. When other people hit bombs like that, they don’t know it is coming. But, I did.
I suddenly became aware that I was as hungry as a wolf, so I dug into my sandwich, only forgetting about my home run for about ten