I have been to see major league games but none of those experiences, as great as they were, compare to my old days playing softball. I have never been much in my life... I was a loner and painfully shy but when I was playing softball I was happy. I was good at it :) My dad taught me how to catch a ball starting at age 3. We would sit on the back porch and he would toss it to me gently and I would catch it. Once I had caught it 100 times, I was pleased. The game was my idea, don't think my father put pressure on me to excel in sports! He was and is a good father and man.
So I had been preparing to play softball since age 3, joined an all boys tee ball team at 4 and then finally moved on to "big girl's" softball. At 10, I discovered I could pitch too. The last year I played, I went up to bat, first pitch I hit a perfect line drive straight into left center. I made it all the way around to 3rd base before they got the ball back infield but made it to home plate in time but had to slide and I hated sliding! The game began great but our defense was terrible that day. I wasn't pitching that game and the girl who did pitch kept walking everyone. She would walk them or throw a perfect pitch so they got a great hit. We were losing bad - embarrassingly bad! Finally, my coach put me in. I threw my first pitch... strike, second pitch... strike and then finally a third strike. The rest were the same and we were finally up to bat and our batting was awesome that day so we came up from way behind to actually win and I was actually "someone" and I was proud of myself and happy... a very rare thing for me.