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Softball Season


Exciement. All I felt inside was excitement. Softball season was closely approaching, and not excites me more then cracking a bat against a softball watching it fly high in the sky. My coach pushes us, makes us work really hard, running and doing push ups to get fit. ¨Lets go! Don´t stop!¨ she would shout. She wants us to be fit for the sport, this amazing time helps me become fit and enjoy the sport I love to do. Practice is just a hard, our coach wants to see the ambitious and comepetive side of us, ¨I don´t wat to see you guys give up!" 

I hit the ball and run the bases as fast as I could, first, second, third then finally home. The crowd goes wild and the team screams with amazement and determination, we got this, we won. Softball season has finally begun. 

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