![]() ![]() “Look, you guys will still come to all my games, and maybe some practices. I laughed when they turned around, showing me the glittering number 8. They even made shirts with my name on the front, and my jersey number 8 on the back. They came to each and every one of my games. It was hard, a lot of devotion to the sport, and sometimes repetitive. I was already 5’10 and I’d been conditioning myself to be the starting pitcher. He had been scouting me, since the day my doctor said I’d grow to be 6’4. My dad’s friend was the baseball coach of the high school that I would be attending. How can I forget about you guys? I love you too much! Nothing is going to change that.”Īs a daily ritual, I practiced pitching, I had become quite the athlete. She barely looked at me the past few days. You’re going to be hanging out with those older kids, an d you’re going to forget all about us,” Julia pouted. “Come on girls, you know nothing’s going to change.” I didn’t know if I was trying to convince them, or myself. ![]() We were getting older and this place would always hold our childhood memories. ![]() We sat in the grass at the waterhole, knowing that this would be one of the last few times we would hang out there. We were all disappointed by the fact that we would no longer be going to the same school. ![]() The girls were thirteen, and were going into the seventh grade. Summer was about over and I was fifteen about to enter my first year of high school. The girls were my life, and I was theirs. ![]()
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