Descriptive Essay: My Special Place In The Softball Field

My Special place would have to be the Softball field. It doesn’t matter where. The smell of the fresh cut grass, the smell of popcorn, and the smell of food from the food vendors. The sound of people laughing, kids playing, softballs hitting softball gloves, the sound of bats hitting softballs. Seeing people have fun, seeing the fresh laid chalk lines, the scoreboards lit up bright, the umpires getting ready for the games, teams warming up. Then you walk onto the field and feel the soft dirt under your cleats, the soft grass on the infield. There’s nothing like it. To me this is heaven. I spent my whole life on the ball field. Whether it was baseball, or softball I have always been on or around a field. When I get to the field all my worries,