Thirteen years ago, I picked up my first bat. Thirteen years ago, I threw my first ball. Thirteen years ago, I stepped on the field for the first time. Thirteen years ago was the beginning of what became my favorite hobby for years to come. Softball seemed to be the priority sport in my family ever since my dad became interested in coaching my sister at a young age. By the time I came around, it was obvious that it was to be my turn to step to the plate. With my coach of a dad, a teammate of a sister, and a supporter of a mom, I found myself falling in love with softball more and more each time I knotted my cleats and picked up that glove.

Starting at the age of four, I began my first season of rookie’s softball on the team, Little Grey Dolphins. Here’s this four-year-old inexperienced player who skipped T-ball and was about to take her first take at bat. Nobody had a clue what to expect. With not much success, I still walked off that field with a half-mile wide smile and a feeling of passion. This sport became my first addiction. After that moment, softball became my life. With two daughters dedicated to the same sport my family was committed to games and practices left and right. Whether it was a pre game, seasonal game, an all-star tournament, a state championship, or nationals, we were either in a car or plane all over the country. When we weren’t playing on the field, we were playing catch in the backyard, or hitting balls at the batting cages. This was a full time softball maniac family, and we didn’t want it any other way. As I progressed up to the mini minors, I was ecstatic. New girls, new rules, and new opportunities to improve my game awaited me.

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