When i was 6 years old, I wasn’t very good at baseball. I was probably one of the weakest boys on my team, so no one liked me except for my best friends. I didn’t really care that i was junk at baseball, because I didnt really think i was going to play for much longer.

But then there was my grand father. He’d come to all of my games, and allways be very happy when I did well. He was a very queit person, but enjoyed talking to me about the games Ipreviously had played. He was so proud. I wanted him to be happy every time i played.

So I began to make baseball my passion, and I worked with my father anytime i could to get better. I watched the major league players, and tried to learn from them too. I wanted to turn mself into a baseball playing machine. Just for him. So  today I am always one of the best players on my team, and no one makes fun of me. I have earned my respect.