Personal Narrative On Baseball

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I was no older than three when my father put that first baseball in my hands, but when I finally got a chance to throw the baseball, I quickly found out that baseball was not for me. It was in the fall and I had just joined a little league baseball team called the Aliceville Reds. My dad was so proud of me, he bought me a new glove, metal bat, also a helmet. On the car ride home dad asked me if I wanted to throw the baseball in the front yard when we get home. I thought that was a great idea, so I responded with the answer yes. When we pulled in to the drive way I quickly hopped out the car to put my helmet and bat in my room. As I was putting my brand new glove on my dad asked me have I ever threw a baseball before.I said no with the anticipation
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