dear winning some and loosing some diary,
my brother and i always signed up for little league baseball- even before school was out. i, of course, was always on the girls team sponsored by a pizza place here in town. i'd say the summer i just eleven, my summers changed. but this was not by my efforts, i wanted things to stay pretty much the same- but maybe with a few more freedoms.
it was my turn at bat- the score was tied two to two; two girls on and two outs. i swung the bat.
"strike one," i heard behind me.
i swung again.
"strike two," i heard again behind me.
when i started to swing the bat the third time something happened. the outside lights became so intensely bright and the bat weighed about 3000 pounds- all the park noise got really loud. there was a frosty glow on the ball as it flew by me. then everything unanimously got dark and loudly quiet and still. my legs folded up like a lawn chair you'd pack in the trunk for an evening of fireworks at the park on the forth of july. i began to sweat and my mind wandered freely through the jungle of the between place. then i heard the loud quiet park sounds again and realized i was still folded up like a chair. i just couldn't get up yet. i just laid there.
my mother was screaming my name over my head laying in the dirt. over and over my name rang out- yet i couldn't make a noise or move- i was passed out. my mother rarely over-reacted, but this was obviously one of the few times she did. i say that because i felt fine in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. i would have liked to have finished the game. my team brought pizza and stayed the next night until the nurses made them leave. i spent two nights in the hospital and there wasn't anything wrong with me. the doctor recommended we check into another label for my sleeve.
my brother and i always signed up for little league baseball- even before school was out. i, of course, was always on the girls team sponsored by a pizza place here in town. i'd say the summer i just eleven, my summers changed. but this was not by my efforts, i wanted things to stay pretty much the same- but maybe with a few more freedoms.
it was my turn at bat- the score was tied two to two; two girls on and two outs. i swung the bat.
"strike one," i heard behind me.
i swung again.
"strike two," i heard again behind me.
when i started to swing the bat the third time something happened. the outside lights became so intensely bright and the bat weighed about 3000 pounds- all the park noise got really loud. there was a frosty glow on the ball as it flew by me. then everything unanimously got dark and loudly quiet and still. my legs folded up like a lawn chair you'd pack in the trunk for an evening of fireworks at the park on the forth of july. i began to sweat and my mind wandered freely through the jungle of the between place. then i heard the loud quiet park sounds again and realized i was still folded up like a chair. i just couldn't get up yet. i just laid there.
my mother was screaming my name over my head laying in the dirt. over and over my name rang out- yet i couldn't make a noise or move- i was passed out. my mother rarely over-reacted, but this was obviously one of the few times she did. i say that because i felt fine in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. i would have liked to have finished the game. my team brought pizza and stayed the next night until the nurses made them leave. i spent two nights in the hospital and there wasn't anything wrong with me. the doctor recommended we check into another label for my sleeve.
