Personal Narrative: My First Home Run

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Swinging the bat slowly in the September sun thinking about the motions of hitting the ball. The day seemed perfect enough for the day I had been waiting for for two years, getting my first home run. I always doubted myself when it came to something big. Usually I worked better if I had something to work towards, but what? The heat was reflecting off the field onto the players The day seemed perfect enough to be the day I had been waiting for for two years, getting my first home run. I always doubted myself when it came to something big. Usually I worked better when I was working toward something. This time it happened to be getting my second ear piercing hole. The weekend before I had made a deal with my dad that if I got a honest home run I would be aloud to get my second ear piercing. As I glanced at my parents I was getting more nervous. When the batter in front of me got walked I asked myself, ‘What if you don’t get a pitch that you can hit?’ All my fate was resting in her hands. All my fate was resting in that pitchers hands. As I stepped in the batter's box I could tell that the pitcher was mad. …show more content…
Usually when a pitcher gets mad they throw even harder and faster. At this point I was sweating a lot. I couldn’t tell if it was the heat or me being nervous about hitting. Then again I started doubting myself. I looked back at my coach. He gave me the signal to swing away. I told myself that I could do it. Now I wanted to at least get a single. When the first pitch came in I was ready to swing. The ball had gone over my head. I then stepped out and took a couple practice swings telling myself I could do it. The next pitch was another ball. I stepped out again and looked at my parents for hope. As I stepped back into that box I knew that I needed the perfect pitch. The pitcher started getting really upset. Almost in tears the pitcher pitched the ball at me. I took my power step and fired my bat around. With a big crack of the bat the ball was gone. As I was running to first I glanced up to see what had happened. Not only did I hit the ball I got a line drive. I ran to first with pride. Rounding first I had noticed that the ball was no longer in the infield. The third baseman had missed the ball! As I was approaching second I could see the ball in front of me. The outfielder spread her legs and put her glove down. She lifted her glove as she had the ball. I got a very fast glance behind her and the ball rolled right through her legs. I started heading to third when my coach was telling me to stop. I looked back on those times I had ran and was not suppose to. When I was safe even though I should have been out. When I was the fastest runner at practice. I decided to risk it all for those earrings. When I ran all the way through home plate I looked back and the ball had just entered the infield. I looked at my parents and smiled. They smiled back cheering and clapping. I got my first

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