I never really understood the world I came from. I always asked questions to adults about how come life is difficult and why do you have to pay money in order to be a human and live on, but they always told me that I don’t need to worry. I hated the fact that because of my age and height no one took me seriously, not even my parents.
I was five years old when I fell in love with a sport called softball. I adored the fact that I can be who I am out on the field. As I got older the sport got more competitive and the more I realized that other players misjudged me just like other people in the real world. Every time I went up to bat third base mens and first base mens creeped up because they thought i wasn’t going to hit it far. I remembered two years ago I was up to bat, nervous but didn’t let the other team see it. As usual the corner bases creeped up but i proved them wrong. I ended up hitting the ball over the second baseman's head and getting a double. Teammates and the people on the bleachers were cheering. I never felt so happy, it was a memory I’ll never forget.
Ever since then I believed in myself that I can accomplish anything i wanted to. My community, family, and friends have inspired me to chase a dream, but the world that I’m involved in made me chase it so far sometimes i feel like giving up. From having divorced parents, arguments, and annoying relatives, I asked myself if my dream is important, is it even real? The world i come from made me want to be the opposite. I wanted to prove people wrong. I wanted to make a difference. The world I come from is small,confusing, and misunderstood but besides that it's powerful, unique, and I can make it a better place. I can dream as unrealistic as I want and no one can tell me no.
I was five years old when I fell in love with a sport called softball. I adored the fact that I can be who I am out on the field. As I got older the sport got more competitive and the more I realized that other players misjudged me just like other people in the real world. Every time I went up to bat third base mens and first base mens creeped up because they thought i wasn’t going to hit it far. I remembered two years ago I was up to bat, nervous but didn’t let the other team see it. As usual the corner bases creeped up but i proved them wrong. I ended up hitting the ball over the second baseman's head and getting a double. Teammates and the people on the bleachers were cheering. I never felt so happy, it was a memory I’ll never forget.
Ever since then I believed in myself that I can accomplish anything i wanted to. My community, family, and friends have inspired me to chase a dream, but the world that I’m involved in made me chase it so far sometimes i feel like giving up. From having divorced parents, arguments, and annoying relatives, I asked myself if my dream is important, is it even real? The world i come from made me want to be the opposite. I wanted to prove people wrong. I wanted to make a difference. The world I come from is small,confusing, and misunderstood but besides that it's powerful, unique, and I can make it a better place. I can dream as unrealistic as I want and no one can tell me no.