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My Baseball Dream by:Jared When I was four years old I woke up and said, “I’m going to be the best baseball player ever!” Time went on and when I was five years old I had hit a fly ball. The ball I hit was plastic with holes in it and was flying through the air. Then, it went into the trees. “Bye-bye ball!” I said. My dad said, “Good job son! I’m proud of you! We should get you your own glove to play with.” When I was younger I said, “I am going to be the best baseball player there was. But,” I said, “to achieve that goal I have to get a glove”. So Dylan, my cousin let me have his glove. But, I say that that glove was as worn in as my stuffed animal with most of its fluff out. Of course, I couldn’t catch a ball. When my neighbors threw their ball, by accident, over the fence to my house. It was coming like a flaming fireball at me and I stretched my arm out and caught the ball in the glove. That was the happiest moment of my life. I caught a ball in my glove, and then my dad came out. I played with my dad and after a while my dad stopped and went to the garage, and then my other neighbors came over to play. We practiced and I thanked them. They went home. As time passed on, I turned twelve years old and thanks to my friends and family I am now a competitive baseball player. I am happy about it and I’m getting closer and closer every day. Thank you to all my coaches, dad, my friends, and family, for helping me achieving my goal!