Personal Narrative Essay On Softball

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My dad has always told me to never give up! By him doing that, I have learned so much as in knowing how to talk to other people, treating people with respect, but most importantly to me is how to play softball. I have learned so much from my dad about softball mainly because he would stay on me about it and never let me turn my head on the task he was trying to teach me. We would go to the ball fields and practice, practice, and practice. I would start getting aggravated at him cause it seems as if we would be there all day at times, but come to find out he only done it to make me better. He would keep hitting balls that would be hard for me to get and sometimes nearly impossible! I kept yelling saying I can't do it and he would say right back

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