I started playing baseball when I was 5 years old.
I remember everything clearly. I even remember being one of the only girls on my team, but the other girl was my friend. I remember the small and large details.. Her name was Kayleigh. I also remember one of our games; where I was playing second, and a ball went straight to me. I caught it. But I didn't know what to do with it next, so I tossed it to my teammate who was right next to me. He wasn't looking though, and it hit him straight in the crotch.. Yeah.. I just shrugged it off and said to myself that it was his fault for not paying attention..
I stopped with baseball for a little, just watching my younger brother play. And I missed it. So I started playing softball. And let me tell ya.. It was HORRIBLE! My coach never helped at all, my teammates just sat in the dirt 24/7 and my team NEVER won a game. So it was then I decided, I was gonna quit softball and play the real stuff again.
The next year me and my younger brother joined a league together. It was my first year playing kid-pitch. Me and my brother got on the same team. Our coach was amazing. He helped me improve a TON! I became great friends with some of the guys on my team. I was the only girl in the whole league.
But being the only girl had some flaws.. The pitcher on the other team developed a crush on me. So EVERY SINGLE TIME I went up to bat, I got hit with the ball (which helped me get more tough). I got hit literally everywhere, my head, my butt, my armpit (which I didn't even know was possible!). My team won EVERY game we played, and we won the championships!
That season was over with. And I loved baseball so much. The next year, me and my brother signed up again, and we got on the same team as last year. I got real tough playing baseball, I was the strongest and toughest on my team (not bad for a girl ehh?). Every year I play baseball, I become great friends with 1-4 guys. And every year, one of said friends develop a huge crush on me.. (a REALLY obvious crush, that is..) and EVERY DANG YEAR I get hit almost every time I bat.
But that doesn't bother me one bit. I'm tough so it doesn't hurt when the pitcher chucks a 55 mph fastball at me. I just take my base. And eventually steal home. Although for some reason when my teammates get hit with a 30 mph change-up, they cry? My dad said its kind of sad that they cry when they get hit, but I don't.
Anyways... For several years me and my brother got on that same team as the first time. Well.. That is, until this year. This is my last year that I get to play in this league (cause I'm about to pass their age limit), and I wish I was on that first team. Because all of my friends from previous years are on the team. And the coach has become like a father to me. But I like my new team too.
The team I'm currently on, I'm the fastest and toughest yet again. (Not decided by me). Once this season comes to a close. I will miss playing in this league so much! All my coaches have said themselves that I'm their "good luck charm". But I will just sign up for a new league. And continue in baseball, until I eventually make it to majors (hopefully they will allow a girl). I've been coached by many MLB players who have told me that I'm amazing at baseball. And some have told me I have the best swing out of everyone in the league. I hope I could make it to majors. maybe then I'll write a take about being the first girl in the Major Leagues?
And that is my continuing tale of my baseball experiences.
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