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Touchdown! The running back number 4 showboating in the end zone accompanied by the opposing team’s safety glaring. An uplifting crowd erupted from small silver bleachers. My mom came to one of my games for once, and I was happy as I saw her. Dad was also over there. He was constantly the one who accompanied me to my games. I jogged all over the football field looking for my mother and father. My shadow was the only thing that tracked behind my developed fifteen-year-old body. At the same time, as I made my way across the sidelines absorbing the cheering, I heard my mother shout my name.
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My sister’s softball coach, and a friend of ours named, Ron, was working in the basement. My mother helping him place drywall to my newly recuperated …show more content…
We were both passionate about baseball; we both adored the game, and he actually was an assistant coach on my team for about three years. It was consistently something that we could bond over, and something just to talk about. My dad regularly went to my practices and never missed a game throughout my 12-year career. This particular day he came to one of my baseball camps. On this day, we were competing to see who was the quickest to get from the home plate to first base. I wasn 't the fastest kid, but I did always give everything by all. We had to fake hit a ball, and run to 1st base as quick as we could. The kids who preceded me were speedy, and I knew that they wanted to win like myself. I had stepped up to the dusty plate, and our coach threw the fake ball to me, and carelessly swung because I could get to run faster. Every time I run to first base, I tune out everything and after about a minute, I forgot the time while I was running. With my dad on the bench providing support, I ran as fast as I could, and I actually won the competition. It was comparable to a football game of mine where I had 200+ yards
Touchdown! The running back number 4 showboating in the end zone accompanied by the opposing team’s safety glaring. An uplifting crowd erupted from small silver bleachers. My mom came to one of my games for once, and I was happy as I saw her. Dad was also over there. He was constantly the one who accompanied me to my games. I jogged all over the football field looking for my mother and father. My shadow was the only thing that tracked behind my developed fifteen-year-old body. At the same time, as I made my way across the sidelines absorbing the cheering, I heard my mother shout my name.
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My sister’s softball coach, and a friend of ours named, Ron, was working in the basement. My mother helping him place drywall to my newly recuperated …show more content…
We were both passionate about baseball; we both adored the game, and he actually was an assistant coach on my team for about three years. It was consistently something that we could bond over, and something just to talk about. My dad regularly went to my practices and never missed a game throughout my 12-year career. This particular day he came to one of my baseball camps. On this day, we were competing to see who was the quickest to get from the home plate to first base. I wasn 't the fastest kid, but I did always give everything by all. We had to fake hit a ball, and run to 1st base as quick as we could. The kids who preceded me were speedy, and I knew that they wanted to win like myself. I had stepped up to the dusty plate, and our coach threw the fake ball to me, and carelessly swung because I could get to run faster. Every time I run to first base, I tune out everything and after about a minute, I forgot the time while I was running. With my dad on the bench providing support, I ran as fast as I could, and I actually won the competition. It was comparable to a football game of mine where I had 200+ yards