Personal Narrative-Kick Ball Diamonds

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Starting first grade I thought we were the top dogs because we got moved down to the bigger playground with the bigger kids. Since they knew we liked kick ball so much they built a kick ball diamond for us. There was just so much to do in the shortest amount of time. Everyday was a new day, I never did the same thing, whether it was playing on the upper part on the monkey bars seeing who could hang the longest or playing football with the guys. I can remember my first year at kickball I was taller than most of the guys because they haven’t hit their growth spurt yet, so everyone wanted me on their team because I was the only girl once again that was better than most of the guys. I could kick it all the way to the upper part of the playground, …show more content…
All the guys were in awe and from then on I wasn’t the last pick. School wise I had won young author that year with the cutest little book I made that I still have to this day. Looking back I’m wondering how I won because it wasn’t the best book. I wrote about how I enjoyed showing up in the morning and getting a greeting from our principle every morning. I also talked about our assemblies we had which were my favorite. That year we had Ronald Mcdonald come to our school. He was dressed up and he put on a little character act. I thought that guy was the scariest thing in my life. Right when we walked into school everyone morning, they had this machine that sold these smelly pens that everyone wanted, I regret not getting one even though I had every chance to. In elementary school we had electives everyday. We would have PE, music, and library. I loved PE of course because I always wanted to beat the boys. I wasn’t the best at music, but it was extremely fun playing the instruments. I loved library day because that meant our librarian would read us a story. That year was also really embarrassing and I almost quit

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