Personal Narrative: Softball

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Before I started softball, I was a lesser person than I am today. Softball has transformed me from an uncoordinated, shy girl into an athletic, outgoing, and well rounded individual. Prior to starting softball in the seventh grade, I participated in little other than school and reading, which contributed to my internalized and self-contained personality. Softball has taught me valuable lessons about perseverance, failure, and responsibility I’m not sure I would have learned from academia alone. Softball has played an integral role in the person I am today. I picked up a glove for the first time when I was 12, without an ounce of athletic talent in my body. I felt as if every person on the team was better than me. I wistfully wondered if I’d ever catch up to them. Full of doubt, I went to my dad. My dad had been an incredible softball player in his youth, surely he knew some secret to success. My dad shared some advice with me that rings true to this day. “You get out of it what you put in”. He explained I could be as athletic as I wanted to be, if I was willing to work hard. From then on, I worked out at the field every Sunday with my dad. I put all my effort into every after school practice whereas my teammates messed around. This extra effort instilled a mental and physical …show more content…
Until the start of my softball career, I hadn’t been exposed to failure. I was a 4.0 student with a type A personality. I wouldn’t let failure apply to me. However, softball is an imperfect sport: even when you strikeout seven times out of ten, you’re still considered fantastic (Thanks for that advice, Dad!) Occasionally, you lose that clutch fly ball in the sun. You strikeout with runners on. Softball taught me that a successful person does not let their previous mistake cause another. Failure is inexorable. How you respond to failure determines your

Personal Narrative: Softball

sport I truly enjoy which is softball. I grew up with a family that played softball every Saturdays at Pu'unui park located in Waikoloa. For that reason being, that is how I fell in love and got hooked to softball. As I kept dreaming and wishing that my dream would come true or not, three years later something surprisingly happened. My father received a phone call from my winter league coach about an opportunity to be in a western regional tournament to play softball. The competitive level from…

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Personal Narrative: Softball

Softball has always been my passion ever since I was six years old. There has always been lots of struggles such as pitching bad, in a slump for hitting, not having the greatest team, and having your competitor be the coaches daughter. Playing with your coaches daughter as you competitor is awful because they look at the stats and no matter what they say they believe their daughter is the best. Playing for the Red hots Bart was the coach and of course his daughter pitched and played first just like…

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Personal Narrative: The Softball Field

As the softball fields begin to glow and the mountains dance with fire teams’ fight to win it all. It’s on fields like those that started me on my journey to learning something I thought I already knew. I was playing with my softball team in St. George and we were projected to win the whole tournament. We had found our rhythm and were playing especially well in my last game. We were up by quite a bit when I came up to bat. The pitcher wound up and threw an outside strike to me. I hit it and made…

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Personal Narrative: The Sport Of Softball

Ever since I was six years old, I fell in love with a diamond. In the diamond was one heartbeat made up of nine different girls who all had the same passion, which was the game of softball. Every season the same group of girls, some from my high school, and some from other school districts, would get together to enjoy play the game. For me, being around the same group of girls that shared the same passion, allowed me to form friendships with people I would have not have met otherwise. We learned…

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Personal Narrative: The Softball Team

It was a warm April afternoon and excitement was in the air. Everyone on the softball team was dismissed at 9th period (2:15 p.m.). As we waited for our bus to arrive, our coaches gave us fruit and grain bars for energy. Our bus came and we were whisked off to Upper Perkiomen Middle School. Watch out Indians, the Falcons are coming your way! When we arrived at Upper Perk, 15 minutes later, we unloaded and walked to the field. I was the lone captain for this game because our other captain was…

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Personal Narrative: Miss Softball

This past weekend I attended my nephews baseball game in summerfield. Photographing all these baseball games lately are making me miss softball tremendously. It was so much fun being able to watch my nephews play and be able to photograph them. Part of my baseball assignment for my Small Format class is to capture an Americana image. I did not focus on the game today instead I captured images of the players off the field. I captured images of the players listening to their coach after a hard inning…

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Personal Narrative: Softball Tryout

“Oh goodness, we are here,” I thought, “this whole bumpy car ride I was fine but now it felt like dozens of butterflies were flying in my stomach.” I kept thinking about the softball tryout and everything that I need to do to make this tryout better. I also thought about all the hard work I had put in for this tryout after last season. I was so nervous that I wouldn't do anything right, even though in practice I was perfectly fine and new exactly what to do. I hopped out of my car with a nervous…

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Personal Narrative: Softball As A Subculture

from those of the majority, held by a group within a wider society. Some of the subcultures I belong to are softball, art, and being bilingual. A subculture that has made its mark in America is the sport of softball. Softball was invented in 1887, and it is very similar to baseball. The difference is that it is played in a smaller field with a larger ball. I first started playing softball at 11 years old. I felt that it was one of the first groups I belonged to. A theory about art is that art was…

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Personal Narrative: A Day At Dugout Softball

through the clouds, creating a majestic sight that only Iowa could provide. Although frost bites my skin, I can tell it’s going to be a scorcher. Every Sunday during the summer and fall, my father and I would go to the Dugout Softball Complex. He played there and he loved softball as much as anyone loves anything. I thoroughly enjoyed going with him every weekend and watching him, and hanging out with his friends. Over time, his friends were my friends, and I met some of the most amazing people I know…

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Personal Narrative: Haylee's Softball Team

My uncle screamed, “Go, run, faster, SCORE Audrey!” Wait a minute, let me start at the beginning. My sister, Haylee, is in fourth grade and she is nine years old. Haylee is a very smart little girl and not to mention a great softball player. Haylee takes after Taryn and looks up to her and admires her very, very much. Haylee is continuing on as #00 and an amazing third baseman like her cousin. Taryn’s dad, my uncle Scott, loves, lives, and breathes baseball. He coaches Haylee along with Taryn…

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