Personal Narrative Essay: Major League Baseball

¨Time to go!¨ yelled Mom, ¨Ok let me just put away my toys and grab my gear¨ I anwsered. It was Summer 2013, I was 7 years old and I was going to my final game of the baseball season.Thinking about how I would, considering I was playing with kids 2 to 3 years older than me. When I had arrived the team was already starting to practice. The game was about to start, so I got ready to gear up and play. We were defending intially and the opposing team was hitting the ball.There were a bottom of an inning and a bottom of an inning. That inning most of the balls were hit to second base or rightfield. I didn´t have to do anything that round because there was no action on the side of part of the field. first inning, I was the last one the batting line up were people are put in a order of who gets to hit..Second inning started and I was put on the right side of the field. I didn´t know why considering my place the whole …show more content…
He chucked the ball and I swung and I missed. He throw the second ball but this time it sounded like it was whirring and whistling through the air. I knew that this was the one because It was going straight through the middle.¨Crack¨the ball went flying and I ran the ball was going far and by the time I saw the ball, I was at second base.It was right up against the fence and the person in middlefield chuck it across the field to the catcher. I was running to home base and I saw the ball flying over the pitcher's head; the catcher dropped the ball on the floor and I slide to home.¨Safe!¨ the referee yelled. I saw everyone cheering me and my teamates running around like cheetahs.I was so happy because that was something I had never done in my life, neither had anybody in my family. I learned that if you believe hard enough in something it could