Baseball Narrative

We sat on the hot metal of the bleachers outside of the baseball field. The rainy days of Spring were replaced with the sweltering heat of the Summer, and hearing the clink of a baseball hit a bat in the Summer had become a tradition for almost five years. My older brother Dakota had spent those years being bombarded by sweat, mud, and the encouragement of his family, friends, and coaches when the team needed to hit a ball or when he wanted to show off how much better he had gotten since the last season. We were all ready for the season to be over so that we could plan our almost yearly trip to Virginia to visit our Aunt, Uncle, and our almost overwhelming blue-eyed cousins, Liam and Carlile. When the baseball season had come to a happy--or sad--ending, we would plan the trip and be piling into the car within the next week or two, to go on the getaway …show more content…
I looked out the smudged window covered in fingerprints and smiled as we pulled out of our now empty driveway, getting prepared for the four hour car ride to the wild, open fields of Virginia. I dreaded the ride, but welcomed the adventure. I fell asleep and awoke again. I looked out of the smeared windows again, but this time looked into the fields of Virginia. The deer gnawing on the grass with the fawns, the big, bulky trees bursting with bright green leaves, and the birds freely soaring through the vivid sky. Excitement built up inside of me. We were about an hour away from my aunt’s house; I loved the thought of being with my family, but I also loved the daring and silly activities that we did when we got there. That summer, we had gone to a strawberry farm. I thought that it was going to be incredibly monotonous and absurd; but I was wrong. It was torrid and unbearable in the summer heat, and when we arrived there, I sat back and dreaded the walk, but the summer brought great things to that