Essay Archive - Creative Writing: The Missed Fly Ball
Creative Writing: The Missed Fly Ball
It was only a fly ball, but I missed it. I missed a fly ball in the final
baseball game my 3rd grade year . It was a beautiful day, a few clouds covering
the extremely blue summer sky. It was very hot. I remember this because of the
tremendous amount of sweat that would run down my face while I stood out in
right field. When I heard that crack of the bat, all I could hope for was that
the ball would not come my direction. I have never had good luck, so the ball
was coming right for me. I didn't even have to move, all I did was put my glov....
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