Essay on The Day I Am A Baseball

708 Words Oct 23rd, 2015 3 Pages
I spent a huge portion of my childhood listening to my dad yell at the T.V screen. When he wasn 't watching baseball, we were at every practice, every game, every tournament. Being the coach 's daughter meant that I was there with my dad through everything baseball- the teeth clenching, heart beating out of your chest games; the jumping up and down screaming wins, and the silent, still losses. Baseball is my dad 's everything- he grew up playing, and has coached full or part time for nearly 20 years. When I was eight years old, I asked my dad why baseball was so important to him, and what he told me has stuck with me since; "Emma, I hope one day you find something to be as passionate about as I am baseball." The day I sat in my first Spanish class, I was intrigued, and now
6 years later, I am still taking Spanish. I never experienced passion for learning or just passion for anything in general really until I began to explore the Hispanic world. Everything about the language was and still is so fascinating to me- the way every conjugation falls into a pattern, the way accents sound, how words flow together and the way R 's roll off my tongue.
The Spanish language truly is a magnificent one. My love of the language changed completely when I took my first AP Spanish course last year, when the world of Hispanic culture was introduced to me. It was like falling in love all over again, in a new way. The history, art, music, literature, architecture- it is so incredible to me.…

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