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After playing softball for eleven years, I injured my back during my junior year high school season. It was my first season officially on the varsity team, therefore my devastated me. Although I was greatly saddened by this, I still stuck with the team. I went to every practice, game, tournament, and team dinner. I kept score at every game and helped my coaches with anything they needed.
This past weekend my softball career came to a complete end. I have spent the last 15 years of my life putting in the hard work, dedication, and endless effort that has brought me to where I am today and I couldn't be more thankful. I have made many friendships along the way that will last a lifetime, and memories that I will cherish forever. Although I'm sad that it has come to an end, I am ready for a new chapter in my life to begin. I want to thank all my coaches and teammates for the continuous support on and off the field, and pushing me to the limits I never thought I could reach.
I was ecstatic about the whole experience, my mom would take me to the green belt by our house and practice throwing and catching with me and take me to batting cages with my sister and my grandfather. Later she enrolled me in a recreational league called Chandler Girls softball where I played on a team with my current best friend Laney. I loved the game, not only the actual game but the relationships and teamwork that has made me a better person. Since then I have played on multiple Chandler Girls Softball teams, my middle school team, and last year I was blessed enough to have gained a spot with my high school varsity team. Till this day I still play with my best friend and participate with after game rituals of dinner.
so I ended up becoming very antisocial, concealed, and lazy. I had no motivation to do anything. When my step-dad told me that what I was doing was unhealthy for my well-being, he came up with multiple ideas to help me feel better. After learning that exercise naturally makes people happy, he signed me up for softball. In the beginning, my step-dad would give up a lot of his spare time to help me learn the basics of the sport.
Those sounds. The “ping” of the ball when it hits the “sweetspot” (Russell) of the bat. The satisfying “thud” of the ball hitting the middle square of the glove. These are the sounds that were my childhood in the spring/ summer months until the age of 19, the last time I played a game of organized softball.
“Softball has been noticed since 1887”. Ever since I was in t-ball, i’ve played ever since then because passionate about playing. I like softball because I get the time to play and bond with my teammates. My strong suits in softball are throwing and hitting because i can throw hard, and hit strong and it’s my passion to play major league softball. “softball is important in my life because i played ever since i was in Rag ball and t-ball “
I learned about baseball as I sat between my great-grandfather and grandfather during holidays and summer picnics. If we were in the park, my uncles and cousins picked an area for the ball field. If we were at the farm, an empty pasture would suffice. As I grew, I became the runner for the older uncles, who weren’t fast anymore. Thus, I learned to play baseball under the guidance of my uncles and cousins.
Baseball was in my blood. Some of my earliest memories include batting cages with my Dad, sliding into home plate and throwing my first curve ball. By eight years old, I was playing ball year-round on travel teams and loving every minute of it. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that this was my sport, and I would play it in high school and possibly beyond. But, during the summer of 2010, the unthinkable happened.
If you want something you have to go get it. Nothing in life will be handed out. The baseball field in my view as i approached it. It was a cold spring day. When i found out that hard work pays off if you try.
My First Home-Run It was a hot Wednesday afternoon. It was the type of weather that’s very soothing. Where there’s only a little bit of sun coming through the white clouds. The sun was an orange-yellow color. With the lowest of breeze, just to keep you cool.
From the moment I started playing T-ball in kindergarten a flame was lit and my love for the sport was born. Even from a young age I was determined to be a part of every play, even if that meant running across the field to a position I didn’t play. Throughout the years this flame has been nurtured by many men and women, transforming me into the wonderful player I am today. But softball isn’t just a sport. There are many lessons I’ve learned from playing softball that I will carry for the rest of my life that I may not have learned otherwise.
Softball has always been very important to me family. My mom played in college and both of my parents played when I was growing up. My sister and I both started around the age of twelve and played all throughout high school. I decided to go a step further like my mom and play in college. I was so excited to meet all kinds of new people and play the game we all love,
I was the starting 3rd baseman, I was either 2nd or 3rd in the batting lineup, I would always hit dingers that went way out there, and I was very quick to the ball and I had quick reflexes. I don’t know what there was about soccer, it was just relaxing to me. I enjoyed every minute of it and it wasn’t as frustrating to me as softball was. Like whenever I would lose a softball game, I would get really mad and I wouldn’t want to talk to anybody.
I had just knocked in two RBI (run batted in). From the chalked-up dirt to the fresh cut grass, a softball field is always a place I love to be. No matter where I am in life I can always rely on softball to make me feel better. I started this physical activity in 5th grade. I found out that I love the sport and was exceptional at it.
My Memoir Have you ever imagined a world without pictures without a part in our brain to remember memories ? Think about it,all the fun times with your family you do one night leave the next, like in one ear out the other. Life is filled with memories even if it comes down to family and friends or even just your tenth birthday, memories are important. Read more to find out my five pictures of memories that I`m glad I kept a picture of or even just played that day over and over in my head to remember the time with my family or even my tenth birthday.
