Personal Narrative: Bats To Brushes

Bats to Brushes “You’re not ready.” The words that my father spoke one too many times, the words that I wish I would had listened to that one time. The one time that I begged him to let me try out for a softball team two age groups higher than me; the one time that I thought I proved him wrong by making the team. The one time I pulled my miscues, causing my sports career to come to a quick halt. Although my keenness for softball dominated my life; I consider withdrawing from playing my favorite mistake because it has helped me find a love for the fine arts. My passion started when I was just nine years old at my older brothers baseball game. My brother, Skyler, was a catcher; since I can remember, I would throw him baseballs before every game to help him warm up. One particular game Skyler’s coach stood and watched me throw to him. After watching us for a period of time, he stopped me, telling me I should consider trying out for the 10-and-under traveling girls team he had. I had played softball since I was seven but on a local team, and I was now two years older. Immediately, I told my dad what Skyler’s coach had said to me, and he backlashed with, “You’re
It was not until my first game, when my team was behind by two points, and I hit a triple, that I realised that I had a keenness for softball. Being the youngest on the team, I was happy to play, but in the fifth game of the season I was determined to show the coaches I was meant to be on the field. Even though I worked harder than most of the girls on the team, my new coaches did not appreciate me. While on second base I tried to steal the base to get to third, but the pitcher saw me. As she threw the ball the third base, I turned to sprint back to second; I was in a “pickle”otherwise known as being stuck between two bases, running back and forth. As I made my last turn, of my last play, I turned too quickly and tore my