Baseball Narrative

It was that time of year again. Birds were coming out of their nests and the trees were finally growing their leaves back. It was spring; which meant it was time for baseball. In the year 2013, I was only in fifth grade in the small suburb of Streamwood, Illinois. I have a small family. There was my tall dad, who always likes to joke around. Then there was my mom, who was really nice and sweet, like candy. My sister and me were very similar, yet very different. We both like computers, watching youtube, and eating Gyros that we only get once a month.

One day, about in the middle of the baseball season, me and my mother were on our way to a late night, eight o'clock game. Once we had gotten there, we popped open the trunk, and I grabbed my bag full of equipment. As mom closed the trunk, I hurried over to go to the dugout to meet my coach. My mom went on over and sat down on the bleachers, like all the other parents of the kids on my team, and the opposing team. I hung up my bag on the fence with the weird hook located on the top of the bag, with the words inscribed, “Black Diamond Carabiner”, and grabbed my equipment. I went out into the field with my mitt and started to play catch with one of my teammates to warm up our arms. …show more content…
I felt really good about that day. With confidence, I walked back in the dugout and waited for the game to begin. I went to go put on my helmet because I was the first up to bat on the small list that hung next to the door. I walked up halfway to the mound and started to do a few practice swings. As I tried to do my best swings, I watched the refs return over to home plate after measuring the distance between the bases. I never understood why they did that. The bases slide into the ground through small, square-shaped holes. It's not like it’s going to move on its own. As I thought this, the ref called me over to home to start the