Baseball, by 11-year-old me

I love baseball, and I have for pretty much my entire life. Anyone who meets me can figure that out easily within five minutes of talking to me. 

When I started dating my girlfriend, the one thing she told all of her family members about me was that I'm a big baseball fan. I can't count how many times I've heard "So you like baseball?" from her family. 

I remember trying to explain my love of baseball to a classmate on a study abroad trip, telling him that it's hard to express how much I love the game and that it had been my dream to work in baseball for a long time. 

So when my mom was going through some old school papers and projects, it's no surprise that I wrote about my affinity for the sport.

"I love to play baseball. It is my favorite thing to do. Hitting the ball and fielding are the best part. Making a great catch is fun.

I play baseball on a team and at my house. Playing on a team is a lot better than playing at home. Sometimes when I get a good hit I'll get an RBI. Catching the white ball and playing in the field are fun. Most of the time I play outfield. A lot of balls get hit out there. Playing at home is also really fun. You don't have to follow all the rules and you get to play with your friends.

A lot of people like to play baseball and I'm one of them. In my spare time I go outside and play baseball. I like to throw and hit. Baseball is a really fun sport. It's my favorite thing to do."
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I wrote this in March of 2008, so I was about to turn 11. I like to think my writing has improved since then, but one thing has remained constant: my love for baseball.