The Waves of Time

This is my life.

Another day passed by and the day to go back to school drew closer and closer. I didn't have a problem with going to school. I loved school...kinda. The only problem was that I was always the new kid in school. I am only 12 and I have been the new kid at least 3 times. It is just hard to start feeling close to people and then forgetting all about them because you leave to another school. All the laughs, the smiles, the memories we had drifting away the farther we go. I don't want to talk to much about that right now. Right now I just want to enjoy my vacation here in the Dominican Republic.

I have a tight schedule around here. I must wake up, brush my teeth put on my uniform and ride my bike all the way to baseball practice. Which was not easy because it was a long bike ride their. At that time most of my family members are still asleep so I try not to make too much noise. One of my aunts lives close to where I had baseball practice so I always stop their to leave my bike. I get their so early that they sometimes call me the human alarm clock. After leaving my bike and saying hi I step into the field. Not many people came today because it was cloudy and they thought it would rain. We all called those who didn't come "the slackers".

Those who did come were the best of the best. They were all taller than me, faster than me and stronger than me. Those guys were huge. They were like the perfect definition of puberty. One of them had a beard and had to be at least 6 feet tall. The other one was a pitcher and his fast ball already reached 100mph. The tallest one of them all was also the scariest. He looked like he could run two marathons straight without breaking a sweat. I thought they were monsters. To believe that people like this exist was like a dream. I was easily intimidated by them.

Our coach said that we would be doing tougher exercises since it was only a few of us and we were all strong. When he said that I knew he was not referring to me. I had to be what roughly 5 foot 9. Also I wasn't as slim as the others. I wasn't super fat but not super skinny either. I played almost everything. 1st base, 2nd base, short stop,center, left and right field. Despite all of that I was not the best batter. I knew I was strong but I would either miss the ball by a mile or hit it but not far enough to get me safe to base. Every time I failed horribly that would bring up a certain memory that always cheered me up.

I remember that one time at age 8 or 9 I was at my first baseball game. It was my first time at bat. Behind the catcher there was a piece of wood covering a huge hole. So the pitcher threw the ball at me. I swung my bat as hard as I could. I actually felt the ball touch the bat and then I heard a bang. So I started running towards 1st then to second but when I reached third my coach pulled me out of the field. He told me that I had missed the ball and that the ball hit the board in the back. I was super embarrassed. I looked at the crowd. They were not laughing but I knew that they were laughing their pants off on the inside.

So every time I caused an out I would think of that day and laugh about how stupid I must of looked while running. It was just a pretty funny story. When someone saw me laugh they would ask me "aren't u sad because u got an out". I would just tell them what happened that day and they would start laughing with me, not at me.