Personal Narrative: Softball

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Fifth grade was the worst year of my life; I moved schools, got harassed, and started softball. But, the last part was better than the others. At first, softball started out bad, but the decision to join led to more emotional and mental growth. When I began softball, I was very indifferent. My parents were figuring out what sport I should do, they asked my opinion, but I didn’t tune in. However, I didn't even know how to throw or catch. When I first started to catch the balls, I made a weird stance that my parents would always laugh at. That always ticked me off. Team practices started in the summer of my fifth-grade year, so now I am on a team. Our color was yellow, the bright kind. My coach was a middle-aged woman and an overworked mother. She was always late and complained about how bad we were and I ripped into her. She began to cry, but I didn't care. For me, she was the stupid one …show more content…

That could be why I lashed out at my first coach. I don't remember when this cycle started, but it started to have breakdowns about softball. These breakdowns were mixed with self-worth and frustration; to me, I just couldn’t get anything right. One time during practice in the summer of seventh grade, I started balling my eyes out. I was a bad one. Bad at throwing a ball. Bad at running. Bad at catching a snare. I was bad at softball. The coach, a skinny girl dad in his 40s, tried to comfort me, but I don't remember what he said. All I could recall was him telling me to "Look him in the eyes" when I was crying. Later that fall, I started Fallball. That's what they call softball in the fall. The new coach, who I called Coach B, was hard on me, but he taught me many things I use in softball to this day. He taught me all about the second base: how to cover, backup, cut-off, throw, and tag. Later in my softball years, I would be praised for being good at second. However, I wouldn’t be praised if it wasn’t for his “tough

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