My baseball story

My baseball story
It was only a couple of weeks ago when I got a major-league ball. (A; s game with the old man) I kept waiting for a ball to come my way. But no a ball came in the 1-2-3-4-5 wait a ball is coming ‘Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
ITMOOVEDAWAYFROM ME!
Dang it!  My first baseball game that I actually liked and I didn’t get a ball yet.  The innings continued onward 6th, 7th, 8th and 9th.  Other people caught balls.  The ref actually gave balls to some people.  We were sitting up too high and too far away.  So the game ended and we had no ball so we were walking home a bit disappointed when we got to the B.A.R.T. station it was more crowded than ever.  Then a ball came rolling past us and landed on the B.A.R.T. tracks.  I was the only one stupid/brave enough to go and get it.  I was careful not to touch the electric rail….or any rail for that matter.  And that’s how I got my baseball.  P.S.  When we arrived at the parking lot we walked around for an hour looking for our car.  The lot was almost emptied out.  Dad thought our car had to be stolen when we learned that there were two parking lots.  Our car was in the other one.
THE END
Joshua 2006