My Biggest Sports Moment: My Peak was at 6 and it Wasn't Much of a Peak

Andrea Rowe
I have to write this article to reveal myself for the nerd that I am. Sports have never been a talent for me. When I was six years old, my mom allowed my sister and I to play softball. My mom wanted to let my sister play on a team by herself but I was six and wanted to be just like my big sister. So, my sister and I each had our own teams.

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

Born in NE Arkansas six miles from where my dad s family lived as long ago as 1820. College grad in psychology field. My children and I have a very rare genetic disease that seriously impacts our lives. I...  View profile

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  • Jenny Writer2/20/2010

    Enjoyed your story. :)

  • Lisa Mason2/18/2010

    I coach youth sports and I've met some kids that would relate with you well. Thanks for sharing your story!

  • Tricia Sabol2/18/2010

    This is a touching story! Thanks for the smile :-)

  • Nadine M. Riggs2/17/2010

    Well we played sandlot baseball, and I usually was hit when my sister slung her bat behind her.

  • Patricia Sicilia2/17/2010

    Yes, we DO remember our childhood successes with pride!

  • Maria Roth2/17/2010

    I enjoyed this story :)

  • R. K. LoBello2/17/2010

    Nice story...

  • Michele Starkey2/17/2010

    I could never play sports! Cheers.

  • Taylor Rios2/16/2010

    I was a basketball queen! That is, until my grades dropped...

  • Jessica Quigg2/16/2010

    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 :)

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