It was a beaming hot day, I was in the car with my parents going to a baseball game. On the way there I looked out the car window, observing the vibrant nature that was flying by. “Hey, are you ready for your baseball game today?” my parents asked. “Yes.” I said, “Yes.” I was not being honest, because today I was going to quit baseball forever. Once again I turned to the window, slowly drowning out my parents' conversation. As I looked out the window I began to wonder how my parents would react when they learn that I want to quit, will they be angry? Will they be sad? While I was thinking, I felt the car come to a stop. I was so spaced out thinking about how today would end that I didn’t realize that we had arrived at the baseball field’s parking…show more content… I hesitantly grabbed my door handle and opened it, then stepped out into the scorching sun. I took a deep breath and started walking on the grass toward the baseball field, I could feel my heart rate slowly rising the closer I got. In the distance, I saw my coach standing by the dugout. Once I got close to the entrance of the baseball field, my coach greeted me. Hey, you're here, he said. Are you ready to play baseball?”. Looking down at the brown dirt, I responded with “I don’t want to play baseball anymore”. To my left I heard a few gasps, shortly followed by a chatter. It was clear my coach was slightly shocked. “Why are you quitting?” asked my coach. “I just don’t enjoy it.” I responded. With my teammates still chattering, I turned to my parents and to my surprise they weren’t angry, but they looked like they were confused but decided to accept it anyway. “Do you really want to quit baseball?” “Yes, I just don’t enjoy baseball.” I said. It’s true that I don’t enjoy baseball, but that’s not the main reason. The main reason I quit baseball was because I have pronated ankles and flat feet. On top of that, I got injured on my left shoulder blade, which messed up my left
