In my very first T-ball game I was playing out field, I was 6 years old and it was 2 days before my birthday. My team had a game at game farm park, the ball was hit towards me and I started to run after it, the ball completely missed my glove and hit me directly in the face. Baseball has always been a big part in my culture, same with family tradition. Baseball runs in my family. My Dad played it all throughout highschool and same with both my brothers. My dad was very good at baseball, if it wasn’t for a knee injury he would of got drafted. My brothers played baseball in highschool as well, me and my older brother learned from my dad. My dad used to play with us almost everyday, he used to be my coach for 8 years. He has always
