Personal Narrative: Overcoming My Fear Of Playing Softball

I was in gym class my junior year at Sherman Senior High School when my gym teacher Mr. Jones suggested that we go outside and play softball. The sun was shining bright and there was no rain in sight. When we opened the door to step outside, I could smell the fresh cut grass, and see a few of the remaining mud holes on the ground just as they were almost all dried up. The dark chocolate watery looking mud holes were halfway across the concrete parking lot with a glare beaming down from the sun. We made it to the field and I noticed that it was still slightly muddy from the rain we had gotten the night before and the sun was working its powers to dry it all up. I just wanted to run out to the field and sit in the freshly cut grass and not play softball. I knew that no matter how hard I tried to get out of playing softball, I was just wasting my breath when we could be playing the game.

As Janessa and I made our way to the softball field my stomach suddenly turned into a giant knot of fear. It has been four years since I had played my last softball game where I was hit with the ball on the left side of my head right above my temple. I was extremely nervous to get

I could help my team win the game. We could earn an extra thirty minutes for lunch if I tried my best to get the other players out by catching the ball and throwing it to my teammates on the bases or at the home plate. I put up my glove to protect my head, where an amazing thing happened. I jumped for joy shouting, “I caught the ball” with my teammates shouting too. Not only did I catch the ball, but we were tied even with the other team where we needed one more point to win the game. We managed to score another point with the advice Mr. Jones gave us! Winning the game with five points to four points. I was so happy I was able to enjoy the last part of the game and help my team win and earn an extra lunch where we could talk about playing another