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Softball
My Dad tended to live vicariously through my siblings and me, which I assume explains why he consistently expected us to love the things he loved. He came home one day extremely enthusiastic with news of having signed me up for softball. I’ve always been quite athletic, so I decided softball could be something I became passionate about. About a week later, I geared up in my brown, spaghetti-strap tank top, denim shorts, and busted converse to attend my first practice. My dad supplied me with a pink and black Rawlings glove from Walmart, along with a neon pink helmet with a black caged face mask and a pink bat, also from Walmart. If you couldn’t tell- I enjoyed the color pink.
I showed up to the field, not really nervous but somewhat anxious to see if softball would be something I enjoyed. I’m not going to be dramatic and claim that right as I received my first groundball I despised the sport. It took me some settling in to realize softball was not the sport I wanted to participate in. Considering I had only been an elite softball player for approximately three weeks, I assumed my parents would be understanding when I broke the news that I no longer wanted to pursue my career in softball—I assumed incorrectly.
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Schools had off because of Martin Luther King Day, so Emily and Melissa had plans to go to Laura’s house; nothing special, just to hang with some friends, play some ping pong, eat, maybe even watch a movie. As Emily and Melissa were about to venture to Miramar, they first had to say their goodbyes to their parents, as they always did before leaving. Their mom sat on the couch, like always, in her fluffy, pink, penguin pajama-pants and white tank-top. “Bye mom going to Laura’s love you”, Emily enthusiastically and quickly proclaimed, almost as if sarcastically and speaking in a runoff statement. Emily gave a quick kiss on the cheek to both her mother and father and raced out the door to Alivia’s
Softball
My Dad tended to live vicariously through my siblings and me, which I assume explains why he consistently expected us to love the things he loved. He came home one day extremely enthusiastic with news of having signed me up for softball. I’ve always been quite athletic, so I decided softball could be something I became passionate about. About a week later, I geared up in my brown, spaghetti-strap tank top, denim shorts, and busted converse to attend my first practice. My dad supplied me with a pink and black Rawlings glove from Walmart, along with a neon pink helmet with a black caged face mask and a pink bat, also from Walmart. If you couldn’t tell- I enjoyed the color pink.
I showed up to the field, not really nervous but somewhat anxious to see if softball would be something I enjoyed. I’m not going to be dramatic and claim that right as I received my first groundball I despised the sport. It took me some settling in to realize softball was not the sport I wanted to participate in. Considering I had only been an elite softball player for approximately three weeks, I assumed my parents would be understanding when I broke the news that I no longer wanted to pursue my career in softball—I assumed incorrectly.
Trying to have a calm …show more content…
Schools had off because of Martin Luther King Day, so Emily and Melissa had plans to go to Laura’s house; nothing special, just to hang with some friends, play some ping pong, eat, maybe even watch a movie. As Emily and Melissa were about to venture to Miramar, they first had to say their goodbyes to their parents, as they always did before leaving. Their mom sat on the couch, like always, in her fluffy, pink, penguin pajama-pants and white tank-top. “Bye mom going to Laura’s love you”, Emily enthusiastically and quickly proclaimed, almost as if sarcastically and speaking in a runoff statement. Emily gave a quick kiss on the cheek to both her mother and father and raced out the door to Alivia’s