Personal Narrative: Softball

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One day I said an observation which concluded in being humorous, the re-telling is boundless. It perceived to be an utterly sultry midsummer day in late July 2012, I barely accomplished my sixth grade year. I was helping raise money for my softball's team trip to Victoria, British Columbia. My dad (who helped coach the team), Coach Jim (our manger), Peggy (our female chaperone), Mrs. Warrow (Coach Jim's wife), Delanie, Holly, and I were there. My dad, Coach Jim, Peggy, and Mrs. Warrow were forty something year old mothers and fathers. Delanie was 14, Holly was 12, and I was 11. The people on my team helping went to Micmac Park since there were the boy’s baseball National championships. We thought it would drive up our acquisitions between baseball players galore and an absurd amount of proud parents at every baseball diamond. There was also a full swimming pool, a playground, and there was a family reunion where a family with what looked like an endless supply of people were yelling, laughing, and singing exceptionally loud playing the song “we are family.”…show more content…
Some of the adults came to the solution, we should impinge the reunion and start selling kettle corn to the family members. I volunteered to break into the family's reunion, I was not honestly going to do it though, I was going to fake it for the family's sake. Imagine if somebody trespassed into your family reunion, which you probably only get to visit a couple times a year and an intruder starts selling kettle corn right in the middle of
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