It took a couple minutes, but I had finally arrived to first base. I had the biggest smile on my face, I was over joyed, but after looking at my coach the smile dissapeared. When I got back to the dugout I was immediatly taken out of the game, and had to think about what I did wrong. I was only five years old, and I made one little mistake and got punished for it. Tears started running down my face, so my I had to leave the game. My parents were furoius, so their was a lot of yelling and screaming towards my coach. As I sat in the car waiting for my parents I thought to myself, "this was suppose to be what I wanted to do throughout my life. I wanted to be just like my parents, but I wasn't good enough." In that instant I relized I needed to practice more. I needed to learn more about the game.…