My whole life has been full of softball. Every day since I was three years old I was playing softball. My parents had to take away my softball stuff and hide it so I didn’t get an injury from overuse of my arm. I’ve played through illnesses and injuries that most people couldn’t do. I have impeded had to become an umpire and even coach. My whole room is decorated with softball stuff. Some of my best friends I know from softball. Half of my search history on YouTube is softball videos. In the winter I get my snow boots on and go practice diving in the front yard because nobody will come throw with me. My mom refuses to because I throw too hard for her. If I’m not playing I’m watching something trying to improve. I eat healthy and do everything I can to be the best softball player I can be. When someone asks me where I play I tell them everywhere but pitcher. My favorite is center and catcher but I can play everywhere. When a girl gets hurt I’m the one that fills in and someone that’s on the bench takes my place.

Now I’m 13 and my shoulder broke. My mom is terrified and will never let me go back. I stare around my room looking at everything and cry. I try and try to convince her but she won’t listen. She doesn’t want me to get hurt anymore. Lately all I have done is cry, because I can never go back. Ok actually I will go back because you can “Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.” But as of right now I’m leaving my livelihood.

This is a very true story of my life except the part of my mom being scared. She is scared but I told her you can’t stop because your afraid to get hurt. That won’t get you anywhere in life. I just will practice twice as hard when my shoulder heals.