Personal Narrative: My Journey To The Baseball Field
It was scary crossing the street, mostly because we did not cross at the crosswalk. We were too lazy to walk down the neighborhood and cross at the light. It was about 7:00 PM, and it was getting dark. We had no lights or anything, I was petrified.
All we really did was try to hit the golf balls over the fence with the golf club. Everyone else hit it over but me, the farthest I got was the pitcher’s mound that is 15