“That’s out of here,” my coach Scott said as I was rounding first base. I remember it like it was yesterday, It was one hot day in July, sweat was pouring. We were playing a high school softball game in Gilman, WI. One of the hardest teams to play that season. I did something amazing.
Playing ball has always been a huge thing in my family. My brother turned down a chance to play for UW-River falls, to work construction. I knew I had to carry on the legacy of the ball in my family. I had one goal in mind, which was to hit a home run. It seemed impossible at the moment.
My brother and I used to go to training camps in Eau Claire. I would get looked at funny because I was the only girl there. Looking back I am so glad that I had the chance to train with some of the best people to be able to prove myself.
I remember telling my friend Brooklyn before I went up to bat, “I am going to hit a home run”. She looked at me foolishly. Little did we know a few moments later that statement would become true. Rounding first base and hearing my coach tell me I got a home run was such a bone-chilling feeling. I put my arms up in the air like I was the only one in the world.
Later that night I got a call from my grandma, listening to her say how proud of me she was, it made me tear up. She told me to come over to her house. She had ice cream waiting for us as we walked in. In that moment I knew I carried on the legacy of playing ball. I never knew how much I would remember from playing a simple game.
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