Personal Narrative- Pitching at my Softball Game and...

This feeling in my nose tickles throughout. I let out a loud sneeze. I would be lying to you if I did not tell you it was a clean dry sneeze. The dirt from the ground tingled in my nose again and I let out another sneeze. The air was warm but dry the kind of weather that did not know if it wanted to be a warm winter day or a cold spring afternoon. When the wind blew, even just a little bit, it was like an orange dirt tornado out of the movie, The Wizard of Oz going everywhere. I closed my eyelids so tight I start to see textures in neon colours in the inside of my lids. Tighter and tighter, I shut them to assure I would not get dirt in them. When I felt the wind stop blowing, I opened my eyes slowly and saw I was not in Kansas but†¦show more content†¦I stayed on the mound even when there were three outs. I belonged to both sides. At this point during practice, I could feel my muscles in my arm starting to ache from the strenuous exercise I was putting on my arm just through a practice. After every inning my coach would look up at me through his baseball cap squinting. He always said the same line, â€Å" Janie, you want me to give this a go?† I brushed him off and continued doing what I was there for. I felt if I would walk away then it would be a book missing a couple chapters. After the ‘game’ was finished, I stood at the first base line and watched the losing team doing laps. This concept of running because you lost always made me think. I tried to incorporate this into everyday life. If you failed a game of red-rover or you did poorly on a test, would this be an incentive to do better. Could you really look at this as something more then a punishment? Running your sins away. Maybe this view on life is closer to me then I think. In the Jewish religion we have a day of repentment, Yom Kippur, which occurs once a year. This holiday gives you a clean slate for all the mistakes you’ve made but maybe on an everyday stand you need to make sacrifices to yourself to have this pure slate once again. Instead of looking at the team who loses running after the game as a punishment maybe it’s a way to cle anse your mind and forget your mistakes, to start over fresh. I felt weird just standing there and