My special place draft

As I came out of the dugout my worries of my troubled past zips past me like a fastball coming from the pitcher on the mound, the cheers of the thousands of fans echo in the crowded stadium as me my team take the field. As we jogged out to the field I thought to myself was that this place right is a place where I can be myself, because every one is treated equally, this special place you need to earn your right to be there. It’s not a place that anyone can come, I need to work hard and play hard to have this special place. This special place is the baseball field. It feels welcoming once I walk out my car door; the friendly parents of my teammates greet me on and off the field. This special place teaches me to take care about my team before myself. The sound of my coaches voice makes me shiver in fear, as he tells me “it makes you tougher Isaiah, suck it up”.The sound of my coaches voice makes me feel like home because that who i see every day.

There were piles of newly eaten sunflower seeds fill the floor of the dugout. Dirt flies here and there even in people water cups. There crack of the bats makes me remember from the memories of the broken cheek bone from a baseball too the Time we where in the championships game twice in one tournament. The sound of my teams cheering me on makes me feel like we are a family, nothing can break us apart.This is my special place and no one can take this place from me or from anyone. The feeling of my special can't be broken