I started playing baseball at the age of seven. However, I suddenly stopped due to a knee injury when I was 10 years old. Since that day, I refused to play because I was scared my knee injury would get more serious than it was already. Years have passed since that incident and I chose to play baseball again. At my high school, tryouts were hosted at 3:30 at the baseball field. I was super nervous due to the fact that I haven't picked up a baseball and bat in several years. Plus, I was competing against many talented players as well. After the bell rang, I quickly walked to the field and I saw several people stretching before tryouts. I dropped all my belongings and stood next to a tall boy where I began to loosen up my muscles. As I began to stretch, the tall boy gave me this awful expression on his face and constantly whispered to his friend, laughing and looking at me. It may seem that people looking at me with disgust would annoy me. However, whispers and looks have never phased me because I constantly witness it at least once every single day. So I didn't pay much attention to them. As tryouts began, I put my 110% effort from the beginning of to end. Sweat ran down my face and I could barely move my legs and arms at the end. I just hoped that all my hard work was worth
I started playing baseball at the age of seven. However, I suddenly stopped due to a knee injury when I was 10 years old. Since that day, I refused to play because I was scared my knee injury would get more serious than it was already. Years have passed since that incident and I chose to play baseball again. At my high school, tryouts were hosted at 3:30 at the baseball field. I was super nervous due to the fact that I haven't picked up a baseball and bat in several years. Plus, I was competing against many talented players as well. After the bell rang, I quickly walked to the field and I saw several people stretching before tryouts. I dropped all my belongings and stood next to a tall boy where I began to loosen up my muscles. As I began to stretch, the tall boy gave me this awful expression on his face and constantly whispered to his friend, laughing and looking at me. It may seem that people looking at me with disgust would annoy me. However, whispers and looks have never phased me because I constantly witness it at least once every single day. So I didn't pay much attention to them. As tryouts began, I put my 110% effort from the beginning of to end. Sweat ran down my face and I could barely move my legs and arms at the end. I just hoped that all my hard work was worth