Narrative Essay About Baseball

Looking into the sky, mesmerized by the sun, clouds, and birds flying above. Looking down at grass stained shoes containing aching feet. Feeling the unbearable heat from the sun angrily asking myself, “Why are we wearing long sleeves and pants in the middle of summer?” Then I hear it, the rare noise that contributes to the small percentage of action over the course of a few hours. The ding of a metal bat making contact with a highly elastic ball. The ball soars to left field. I watch the left fielder fumble with the ball and struggle to get it to second base. The runner is safe and the ball returns to the calloused hands of the only player who gets sufficient game interaction, the pitcher. I am back to staring at the sky, shoes, and grass, becoming frustrated with the heat and the inactivity of this national pastime called baseball. Along with most common ball sports, I had participated and enjoyed the social interactions yet they never clicked with me. They all appeared boring and inactive. Maybe it was my impatience or ADD. The only activities that grasped my attention and provided me with enough entertainment were

It means that going out into the world, interacting, trying new things, and being intrigued by adventure. I find the most interest in adrenaline rushing and scenario changing sports. Specifically racing motocross and snow skiing, also various water sports. The sports are action packed, and constantly changing. I have been skiing every winter since I was three years old performing silly antics, daring stunts, and experiencing something new everyday on the mountain. Every summer since I was eight, I have been racing motocross and participating in multiple water sports. I crave the excitement, interaction, and new things; making me an outgoing