Personal Narrative: My Story In Baseball

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My coach running towards me my head hurting ears ringing he helped me up, because i got hit in the head by a baseball. So I started walking to first base my head hurt a lot my coach told me if I could still run I told him yeah. So I stood on the base my friend was up next to bat. He hit the ball hard and I had to run to second base when I slid the kid in the other team kicked me with his metal cleats on my leg. Again my coach had to run towards me this is when I thought it was on purpose. I have more funny stories from my lifetime.

I have a lot of funny stories one of them is the time I caught a fish with my dad and it got stuck between the rocks I told my dad to get it because we could use it for bait. So my dad went to go get it as he climbed

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