Growing Up(rough Draft)
Many people as they age and mature learn that something they valued as a child is no longer as important, whether it be a favorite toy, stuffed animal, or a collection of some sort. In my life, I have seen many things that I once valued sold at a garage sale. One thing that has had more of an impact and importance than when I was a child is my love for baseball.
As a child, I thought of baseball practice as something fun to do, practice as a place where I could hang with my friends. Practice wasn’t seen as practice when I was a child, but rather who could hit the ball the hardest or see who could throw the farthest. As I grew older, I came to the realization that practice was the time to improve my skills and not to have fun. Games, as I matured, were the time to showcase my abilities not to just compete as they were as a child. Baseball has become what I live for.
Baseball also has brought me a strong sense of family. As a child, my parents would come to my t-ball and baseball games in order to converse with the other parents and because they felt they need to be there to support. As I have gotten older, I have realized that my parents coming to my games is a choice, not a requirement. My family has come to several of my high school and summer league games to support me and my teammates. My mom and grandpa, for example, out of the hundreds of games I have had, have only missed a handful. She has been there to cheer me on through the bad games and the good ones, while my grandpa stands in background silently analyzing my pitching routine. As a result of my family’s continuous support, I have had wonderful opportunities, such as playing in the Dominican Republic on the U.S. Baseball Stars team.
Ultimately, my love and dedication for baseball has exponentially grown as I have grown. Everything I do and work for is aimed at baseball. I have designed my daily routine specifically for baseball to become the...