Oh, to be to be a snowflake, falling through the air
To all be different but to all be fair

To be higher than an eagle
Soaring through the sky
To go in different directions and have to say good-bye

To land on the ground
Lost until they’re found

And then melt away
So more snowflakes can bay

My Homerun Season

This year, baseball really opened up and showed me what fun it is to play. The beginning of the season I was probably the worst batter on the team, I admit it, I was horrible. So my dad suggested I should try batting left-handed. Well then I hit the ball but since I didn't hit it very far I always got out; I wouldn't exactly say I was helping my team. Another six games into the season we were practicing in the batting cage and my couch said "Hey, try right-handed again." In about thirty seconds, the ball was flying at me again. I closed my eyes for a split second and hoped for the best and swung, CLANG! I opened my eyes just in time to see my coach dunk. And that was the begining of a wonderful season for me and our team.

A couple games later I had on record a grand-slam and two home-runs; I was feeling a bit more confident about winning the championship. But, one game remained.

There I was sitting in the dugout, waiting for my chance to end this. I almost started crying, not confident of being able to win the game for my team and me.

The two worst batters on my team had just struck out; the score was 3-6, my team losing. For some reason, the Rays thought that the game was over and began making horrible mistakes that got our team one more point, bases loaded, two outs; and I was up to bat. It was either grand slam or my team lost. Period.

Here was the first pitch; I backed of the plate a little bit and swung as hard as I could at the ball. I was furious that they were beating us and I ended up swinging a lot harder than I meant to, but that was fine with me. I cracked the ball into the fence in left center and took of running as fast as I could toward first base. The first base couch was signaling to go on to second. I hit the corner of second base and looked at the third base couch who was also signaling come on to third, but as soon as I hit third he made me stop. The catcher was standing right in front of home plate, waiting for the ball. The ball bounced right in front of the catcher and he missed it. A millisecond after the ball bounced I had already made my decision, I ran off to home and narrowly made it. Game 8-6. Happiness overwhelmed me and I couldn't help jumping up and down and pounding on backs and shoulders with my teamates.

Summer Homework: Learning Guitar

There I was, sitting on a tough wooden stool as I listented to the heavenly sounds coming out of Mr.Jerry's guitar. As I listened I kept thinking, "One day, I'll be able to play like that." He was currently playing the chord I was going to learn. We had already gone over the frets, the fretboard, the strings, and the thing that the strings attach to. Anyway, my dad had just walked in, and, as if on que, Mr.Jerry stopped playing, handed me a piece of paper that had four or five different chords on it and scratched a number one on one of the chor it and said " I want you to practice this chord for thirty minutes each day."
"What?" I thought, and there it was, summer homework blowing right up in my face as easily as that. Now about a month later, I have finished this chord about twenty five times perfectly.
The first week was probably the hardest week of my life, practicing that chord and all and I'm tremendously happy it's over. Now I enjoy playing guitar and I think the only reason I'm playing as I am right now is because I put my blood, sweat, and tears into it.