Personal Narrative Essay: A Love Story Of Softball

I swung the bat vainly as the softball flew towards me. It was May, and I was struggling through the softball unit in gym class. As expected, the bat missed by more than a foot. “Try aiming a little lower,” my teacher instructed. I began to go red as I missed yet again, even though I was trying his advice. The pitcher wasn’t very good at throwing the ball, so several balls kept simply hitting the ground. However, I was missing the softball every time that the pitch was at least somewhat tossed well.
“Okay, three more tries, Kayleigh,” said my gym teacher after a while.
I only had one more try. I must hit the ball. Every other student in the class, except one, had managed to hit the ball already. Despite the fact that I had done it once before,