Personal Narrative: My First Home Run

Swinging the bat slowly in the September sun thinking about the motions of hitting the ball. The day seemed perfect enough for the day I had been waiting for for two years, getting my first home run. I always doubted myself when it came to something big. Usually I worked better if I had something to work towards, but what? The heat was reflecting off the field onto the players The day seemed perfect enough to be the day I had been waiting for for two years, getting my first home run. I always doubted myself when it came to something big. Usually I worked better when I was working toward something. This time it happened to be getting my second ear piercing hole. The weekend before I had made a deal with my dad that if I got a honest home run I would be aloud to get my second ear piercing. As I glanced at my parents I was getting more nervous. When the batter in front of me got walked I asked myself, ‘What if you don’t get a pitch that you can hit?’ All my fate was resting in her hands. All my fate was resting in that pitchers hands. …show more content…
Usually when a pitcher gets mad they throw even harder and faster. At this point I was sweating a lot. I couldn’t tell if it was the heat or me being nervous about hitting. Then again I started doubting myself. I looked back at my coach. He gave me the signal to swing away. I told myself that I could do it. Now I wanted to at least get a single. When the first pitch came in I was ready to swing. The ball had gone over my head. I then stepped out and took a couple practice swings telling myself I could do it. The next pitch was another ball. I stepped out again and looked at my parents for hope. As I stepped back into that box I knew that I needed the perfect