Baseball
This year, my brother started to help me with my basic throwing
and hitting abilities, which were very mediocre. While my brother was hitting bombs
with his travel team, I was trying my hardest not to strike out. However, my father installed
a hitting contraption in the backyard for me to practice with, but that only led to me
accidentally hitting my sister in the eye with a baseball bat (sorry, Mo). By the end of
the season, however, I did improve, and I moved to third base. I would stay at this
position until highschool baseball.