At age six, I weighed forty pounds if my clothes were soaking wet. My sisters' friends all claimed I had to be closer to three than six. I stood about 40 inches tall-the same height as my four year old is now (and she is short for four). I was not ready to play softball with the big girls and this did make for some special sports moments.
These special sports moments almost all involved being walked around the bases. There was another girl on the team who was told to do the same as me-to not try to hit the ball. Almost without fail, we heard the word "ball" three times in a row. The pitchers were usually the older and bigger girls so they could not reach us. I did not like the ball. After the first two games, I was ready to quit but stuck with it. When one little girl was hit in the head with a ball, an ambulance was called. This incident sealed the deal for me-I did not and would never like softball.
I continued on the team because my mom explained being hit in the head was a rare occasion. A couple of times the pitchers managed to strike me out but usually, I walked.
Until one day when I was standing still, bat poised, completely planning to let another ball pass. The ball literally tipped off the bat.
The next thing I knew people were screaming, "Run!" I was six years old and not stupid. I knew something happened that was not supposed to have happened so it took me a minute to get to first base. I thought I would hear the word, "foul" not "run".
That was my big sports moment. A few months later, I underwent surgery for a benign brain hemangioma and medical issues became my challenge after that. The day the ball hit my bat will always be a memory that makes me smile.
Published by Andrea Rowe
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Post a CommentEnjoyed your story. :)
I coach youth sports and I've met some kids that would relate with you well. Thanks for sharing your story!
This is a touching story! Thanks for the smile :-)
Well we played sandlot baseball, and I usually was hit when my sister slung her bat behind her.
Yes, we DO remember our childhood successes with pride!
I enjoyed this story :)
Nice story...
I could never play sports! Cheers.
I was a basketball queen! That is, until my grades dropped...
Cute story Andrea! Thanks for sharing your special moment on AC. As a mom to a 6 yr old girl myself who is playing t-ball for the first time this year, this one made me smile :)