If you ever say the word summer your first thoughts would be, going to the beach, pool parties, and baseball. I would think that way too, except for the last one, until August. August was the first time I played baseball, real baseball, not the backyard catch game. I wasn’t good the first time. Ground balls would go between my legs, I would barely grace the ball when I batted, and fly balls would sail over my head. I didn’t give up because it was the activity I enjoyed the most. Now, after practice and dedication, ground balls rarely go by me, I put the bat on the ball consistently, and fly balls are destined for my glove.
This proved to me that any goal can be accomplished if you have dedication.
Thats an awesome memoir,the way you described it seemed really cool.
ReplyDeletethat reminds me when i wanted to plasy soccer so much but i was lazy but i did get in and loved it. nice memoir
ReplyDeletekeep practecing. go YANKEES
ReplyDeleteDing! Ding! Ding! You are correct! Any goal can be achieved if dedication is aplyed. Nice memoire and excellent descriotion and choice of words. And by the way, nice site, very sporty.
ReplyDeleteI like how you describe every single moment
ReplyDeleteGO GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!