Personal Narrative: When I Learned To Play Baseball

When I Learned to Play Baseball

Shww! the door flew open “Hurry Aidan get ready for baseball,” Mom yelled, “you're going to be late.” I didn’t want to be late. It is only my first game and I would’ve already had a bad impression to my coach.
Dad said, “You don't want to be late for baseball, now do you?”
“No why would I?” so I ran to my room. My room was so bright from the sun I had to squint my eyes. I put my stuff on. I could hear my brother yelling at my dad, it sounded like he was complaining about something. I couldn’t quite understand what he was saying, but I didn’t care though it wasn’t about me. My sisters were playing outside and it sounded like chaos. So I walked out of my room.
I put my cleats on and started walking to the