“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 for someone special.
My grandma was in the hospital that night. She wasn't doing well. I wanted to dedicate a home run to her. Playing ball has always been a huge thing in my family. My whole family used to come to watch me play every weekend. I knew I had to carry on the legacy of playing 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 for my grandma”. 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, made me tear up. She told me that she loved it. At 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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