When I was playing on the Diamondstars, we had a baseball tournament in Afton. On Saturday I didn't get to play, because I was sick. I came to play on Sunday, and we won the first game. The next game, one of my teammates hit a home run. The crowd for our team was cheering. A few batters later, I came up to bat. The pitcher through the first pitch and it was a strike. I watched it go by. The next pitch was a ball. The next pitch, I fouled it off to make the count 1 ball and 2 strikes. The next pitch the pitcher through one and I swung and it felt so natural. The ball went sailing off of my bat and flew over the fence. The fence was about 15 feet high. My first home run was so exciting. I ran around the bases and my teammates greeted me at the plate. It was such a great feeling. I felt like a total purple flying moose.
