The sun in my eyes, and dirt on my hands

Fly ball deep into right field,

traveling farther and farther towards the fence till I hear the roar of screaming fans.

Home run!

My teammate running around the bases for the twentieth time this season.

Line drive in between short stop and second base,

running to first base with satisfaction and a big smile.

A perfect pitch right to my glove,

just far enough off the plate for the batter to swing and miss.

End of the game,

line up to shake the other team's hand content because my team came out as victor.

Restaurants after the game,

sitting with my team talking about the game, life, and just laughing.

My best friends, my team, my life.

Softball is what I am thankful for.



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