Little League-Personal Narrative

Out in the long grassed outfield, all my worries went away. I forgot all that happened the innings before. All that mattered was if the ball entered the outfield air, the ball was mine. Nothing could stop me, I loved it too much. The outfield felt so small, I know I could cover all the field. I loved the outfield, it was my home. My last year of Little League was fantastic. Learning that I was the first draft pick was exciting. It was a little weird getting back into the motion of Little League. I had previously played a full year of baseball on a travel team. In travel baseball the fields are much bigger. Not one of my teammates could hit a ball over the fence; however, going back to little league, we all hit homeruns. The team I was drafted …show more content…
The first pitch I got was roped over the fence. I knew the ball was never coming back. That homerun was the first I had ever hit in a game. It’s ridiculous to think that my first homerun was during my first at bat of a season. Everything went right, so I knew that this would be the season I would never forget. The season was a dream, nothing in life had been that much of a breeze. We chopped down team by team. Not one thing could distract us boys. We didn’t lose all season, nor did we in the playoffs. I was having so much fun, laying out, making plays, my teammates and I loving every second of it. It was the most incredible feeling in the world to run and lay out your full body in the moist grass. It was an even better feeling when you came up with the catch. The most memorable part of the season was playing outfield. I remember the ball flying over my head, I was too arrogant to play back any further. I only had one thought at that moment, and that was to catch the ball. My first step being back, I quickly realized the ball was much closer than I thought. However, it was still out of reach. The only chance I had was to dive, and so I did. Without any emotion I extended my arm out while diving low to the ground. I hit the ground, not knowing if I had caught the ball or not. I peek down to my glove where a white orb laid in my mitt. With ease I toss the ball out of my glove and into my