Narrative Essay On Game Change

Game Changer At the age of 3, I picked up this yellow ball and threw it back to my dad. On this day, I never imagined that, that very ball would soon become my family, my life, and my happiness. Soon softball would become the only thing that never changed for me. Friends have come and gone but I knew that one thing would always be there. I could always count on the game to change my mood to something better. Traveling, making friends, and playing the game I loved would soon take over my weekends and soon became something I would play every day for over 5 years. Every little kids dreams about making it to the big leagues or playing in college. I too had those aspirations. Naturally, I was handed the opportunity to play college softball here at Mayville State. I took it of course. However, my first month of college was a whirlwind. My life had changed, I no longer had my mom to hold my hand and give me a pep talk after a bad day, or my dad to tell me to get better. My head was no longer in the right place. I was put on a team with people who were better than me for the first time in my life. I no longer was looked as one of the best
I couldn’t even build up the courage to quit face to face. Naturally, in today’s society texting becomes the new face to face conversation. I can’t even remember what I said but I am 98% sure it was a bunch of poor excuses that added up to me saying “I can’t partake in this team anymore.” “I don’t want this for my life anymore” and “I lost the love.” After 2 months of sitting around in my dorm, picturing my future without the only thing that was constant for so long. The more I think about it, how can you lose love for something that has been there for you when nothing else was there? I didn’t. I waited 3 days for coach to text me. On day 3, I received a text that stated “turn in your gear to the locker room.” Not a single word has been exchanged between me and her