Home was not four walls, a bed, and a bathtub for me. Home was 4 bases, a glove, and a bat. Since I was very little, I have had a love for the game of softball. I started playing baseball when I was 9 years old, and then started softball when I was 12. I played recreational softball through my community; for 3 years, and travel softball; for 6 years. At the end of my sixth year, I was faced with a decision. Do I want to play softball next year? After pondering for almost around 3 months, I decided it was time to hang up my cleats. I made this decision because I wanted to enjoy my senior year, the expenses, and unfortunately falling out of love for softball. In the poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost tells a story about making a choice between two options. …show more content…
My travel team played all year around. My Saturdays were usually occupied with softball, along with Fridays and Sundays. It wasn't about until the beginning of my 6th year that I was not happy with how time consuming softball was. I started to dread going to practice and games. I wanted to do things with my friends, and unfortunately, softball consumed my entire life. I was also about to go into my senior year of high school. I wanted time to go to football games and do other things that high schoolers do. This was the first thing to push me away. And sorry I could not travel both/And be one traveler, long I stood (Frost). I knew that there was not an offer for me that would be less time consuming. I could not continue to play softball and still live the life of a high school