Personal Narrative: I Had A Fan Of The Word Potential

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“Potential”, the devils word
I’ve never been a fan of the word “potential”, not potential energy, but rather someone’s possible ability to achieve something. Being told, you have so much potential if you just… or if you did… telling me I can make it if I just do what they say. In baseball, “You have the potential to hit a homerun every game if you just turn your hips and twist your foot as though you are squishing a bug”, I had dreamed of hitting a homerun, and when my coach said that to me, my mind took it to the next level. Challenging myself to always do “the perfect” technique when I hit, constantly practicing after school, and even private lessons, everyone said the same thing, you have potential. It had taken me a prolonged period of
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The first pitch was a strike, and I thought to myself “you can’t strike out on your first at bat”, I focused in on the pitcher, narrowed my eyes, swiveled my bat in the air, beads of sweat rolling down my face, as he began the motion. His feet came together, let out a deep breath, pulled hit leg up and released the ball; I clocked in on the balls path, took a slight step to begin the swing, and released all the tension in my body. Contacting that baseball felt as though I was being pulled of the hole, skipping the ladder and finding hope again, the ball flew with a thunderous pop out of the infield, over the outfield, and… over the fence, I had hit my first homerun, the first of anyone for the season, I was finally unique. Teammates and parents alike erupted in cheers, my heart skipped a beat, as I trotted around the bases, and I couldn’t help but smile. Rounding third I see my team ready for the earthquake, coming closer, I begin to jump, landing on home plate and sending an “earthquake” out knocking all of my teammates down. I approached the pitcher’s mound and shook his hand, he looked upset, I met his expression and smiled, he mirrored mine as

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