Memories of Baseball

I remember playing little league. Every weekend was a great time playing, eating hot dogs from the snack shack, and watching my friends play. We all encouraged each other and even while playing each other had fun. Being a smaller kid, i was thought of not to hit home runs. In my last game as a little leaguer, on my last "at bat" i thought to myself that i knew i could hit a home run. I stepped up to the plate and swung as hard as i could at the first pitch. I hit the ball as solid as i had ever, and when i looked up to see where it had gone, i saw people ducking at the snack shack. It hit the roof of the snack shack, by far the farthest I had ever hit the ball. Unfortunately, the snack shack was about 30 feet outside of the home run gates. The next pitch, with my new gained confidence that i could hit the ball far, i swung hard again, closing my eyes as usual. This time i rocked the ball fair, down the first base line. I ran to second and stopped and told myself "to hell with it" and ran to third. The opposing team threw the ball and it bounced over the third basemen's head and i ran home. An inside the park home run.