As a young girl, I was provided the opportunity to play a variety of sports. My parents were both athletic and were firm believers in the advantages that team sports offer children. My older sister had chosen softball, but I was hesitant to follow her dispite my family’s enjoyment for the sport. Then one day it all changed. I was running up and down the soccer field playing my heart out when a teammate kicked the ball and it went flying up into the air. I didn't know why, but I immediately ran over to get underneath the ball and stuck my arms out. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, there was a soccer ball cradled perfectly in my arms. Instantly I knew that I wanted to play softball. My dad took me down to the park to teach me how to throw and swing and the moment I touched a softball, I felt my destiny. It was like magic, I never wanted to let go. Softball has taught me a lot about who I am. For example, I work best when part of a team, I have a natural drive for competition, and I standout when in a role of leadership. Academically, I hold myself to very high standard and expect myself to receive nothing but all A's in advanced classes. My overall high school academic goal is to maintain a 4.0 to be a valedictorian. As for college, I want to earn a degree in Journalism and maintain a 3.5 GPA by keeping up with all my classes and assignments. The summer of 2013 I broke the knuckles in my right hand while catching. I was in a cast for six weeks and unable to throw a ball or swing the bat. I went to all my team practices, games, and tournaments to help out in anyway they needed whether it was soft toss at warmups, keeping the scorebooks, or leading cheers in the dugout. All I wanted to do was break off my cast and go play, but I couldn't, and that made me realize how much I love the game.