Personal Narrative On Baseball

Baseball

I was scared and confused but the ball was coming straight for me and all I wanted to do was run. I didn’t think this was what my mom meant I couldn’t believe I was here. I didn’t know what I was getting into. The next thing I knew the stands were screaming.

“I signed you up.” My mother stated bluntly

“For what?” I said confused

“I signed you up for baseball.” That’s when I remembered her asking me, and I said yes brushing it off without realizing what I had said. She told me that my first practice was in a couple of days, and I didn’t know what to say. I had forgotten all about this until now. Then next day in school, my classmate asked me about it,

“Olivia, did you sign up for baseball?” asked Skyler, my stomach dropped I didn’t know what else to say but

“Yeah, Why?” I asked.

“I’m on your team, my grandpas the coach.” Oh no.

The next thing I knew I was at practice, there was only two girls there and they weren’t on my team. I heard boys whispering “Dang it we have a girl.” I didn’t want to hear this when I was already so nervous about messing up, and the rest of the practice was a blur. We had about thirteen kids on the team. There were twelve more practices until the game.

“I don’t want to do this anymore.” I expressed to my mother who was sitting at the table. “Why?” my mom asked challenging me to continue.

“Because I’m not good at it.” I fired back,

“You tried yet.” She pointed out, though I knew she was right I pleaded and pleaded not to go

back.
“Next practice is Tuesday.” My mother declared, I knew I had lost.
The game was tomorrow and I had only hit once, and I didn’t have encouragement from my teammates. They thought that I was detrimental to the team; I did to.
Later, I was dreading this day it was here. I got ready, I got into the car and we left for Kirk Hanson baseball parks. I joined met my team on the field, and the game started. During the third inning, there was a fly ball and it was hit right towards me. I was frozen, despite my inability to move my feet my hand shot up and caught the ball. The crowed road with delight as I made a clear pass to second base and got the other runner out.
In conclusion, nobody thought that I could do it including me, all I had to do was believe in myself. Even though I was horrible when I first started, I practiced and became better at something that I thought only boys could do. I proved myself wrong and I am happy I did.