Personal Narrative: Fastball

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It was a warm spring afternoon on April 26th 2015, around 5 pm. I was 13 at my 3rd all star district championship game, playing one of the best teams in our league. Nestled in the pines, under the hot scorching sun, I was on the dirt stained pitching mound. As I wiped the sweat from my brow I look up as Hunter walks up to the plate. Hunter was a good friend of mine who showed me the curve ball at baseball practice the following season before. Hunter was 6'2" tall, weighing around 180 pounds and much larger than any other for his age. His size caused his confidence to be much more than all others from any district.

I got the call for the first pitch, it was a fastball. I threw the fastball, Hunter was late on the swing, the umpire yelled,

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