Personal Narrative: My Softball Girl
Five year old girl, softball, confusion, bases, and a screaming coach. My softball coach’s name was Madison, and she was very good at softball. My parents wanted me to play sports, so I said to my mom, “Mommy, I already play soccer. Do I really have to play softball?” My mom said yes, and the conversation ended there.
Two weeks later, we had our first practice. I, being my normal five year old self, didn’t want to go. “Mommy, I don’t want to go. I don’t wanna. I DON’T WANNA,” I screamed with tears coming out of my eyes. My mom told me that if I got in the car and went to practice, she would get me a slushy. I went to practice that night, and then got a slushy. After that practice, I thought it was going to be normal to get slushies, I was …show more content…
It was a sunny but cold October day. My team was the Pink Dolphins and we played the Purple Striped Unicorns. On my wrist I had my lucky “M” . My best friend, Alexis, was on the other team. We decided that we would hit the ball just so we could end up on the bases so we could talk to each other. Until the fateful moment when my coach said that we cannot talk to the other team.
The drums roar and the game begins. The bases looked as if they were mountains that treacherously needed to be climbed. I was the third baseman for our team, and I caught the ball once. It wasn’t an out because the ball hit the ground. I was a beast on the softball field.
I ran off the field as fast as a kid running after an ice cream truck, and my mom was waiting for me with my favorite drink. An ice cold, royal blue, gatorade which was served in my favorite Dragon Tales cup. “Honey, you played so good. I’m really proud of you,” said my mom. So I responded, “Thanks mom. Watch me bat, I’m up next.”
I went up to bat and hit a double. I hit the ball so hard that even Hercules couldn’t have caught it. My teammate hit the ball next and got me to third, then my coach told me to run home. “Home,” I thought to myself. “Why does she want me to go home? If that’s what she wants me to do. I’m running
Two weeks later, we had our first practice. I, being my normal five year old self, didn’t want to go. “Mommy, I don’t want to go. I don’t wanna. I DON’T WANNA,” I screamed with tears coming out of my eyes. My mom told me that if I got in the car and went to practice, she would get me a slushy. I went to practice that night, and then got a slushy. After that practice, I thought it was going to be normal to get slushies, I was …show more content…
It was a sunny but cold October day. My team was the Pink Dolphins and we played the Purple Striped Unicorns. On my wrist I had my lucky “M” . My best friend, Alexis, was on the other team. We decided that we would hit the ball just so we could end up on the bases so we could talk to each other. Until the fateful moment when my coach said that we cannot talk to the other team.
The drums roar and the game begins. The bases looked as if they were mountains that treacherously needed to be climbed. I was the third baseman for our team, and I caught the ball once. It wasn’t an out because the ball hit the ground. I was a beast on the softball field.
I ran off the field as fast as a kid running after an ice cream truck, and my mom was waiting for me with my favorite drink. An ice cold, royal blue, gatorade which was served in my favorite Dragon Tales cup. “Honey, you played so good. I’m really proud of you,” said my mom. So I responded, “Thanks mom. Watch me bat, I’m up next.”
I went up to bat and hit a double. I hit the ball so hard that even Hercules couldn’t have caught it. My teammate hit the ball next and got me to third, then my coach told me to run home. “Home,” I thought to myself. “Why does she want me to go home? If that’s what she wants me to do. I’m running