Descriptive Essay: Children In The Baseball Field

Crack! Smack! Pop! Are all of the sounds that are heard at any baseball field in America. Seven out of ten American children play a sport when they are young children. Three out of those ten kids play baseball. This number has slowly been decreasing over the years. Grady, my nine-year-old little brother, began playing baseball at the age of five. Personally, I believe it is awesome to see him striving to play baseball like me. In the four years he has been playing, he has gotten tremendously better than when he first stepped onto the baseball field, but I will never forget the first day he ever stepped on a baseball field. On the day of Grady's first baseball game, he recorded his first hit along with catching his first pop fly. Before the game, the atmosphere during Grady's first game was nothing less than perfect baseball weather. Parents, grandparents, brothers,along with sisters were seen cheering on their little five- year- old play baseball. I stepped into the Crieve Hall baseball complex and it looked exactly as it did fifteen years ago. The fields were very well kept,also the grounds crew even still followed the opening day tradition that was to have the grass cut into a checkerboard. The elegant look of fresh cut grass, the savory smell of ballpark dogs,as well as even the sound of cleats clanking across the concrete brought me back to the simpler times of playing baseball. When you are five there is no scholarship on the line or the fear of losing a starting job. You get to go
He loves it more and more with his passion for the game getting stronger every year. He is getting better every day at catching a pop fly, and hitting the ball. The day my little brother caught his first pop up and got his first hit will be a day I will never forget. Grady's reaction to when he caught these routine plays for me was priceless. I loved seeing the joy and happiness in his face after both of these