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Spectator Stories

  • Date Submitted: 05/26/2011 04:07 AM
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“Spectator’s Stories”

This portion of my assignment will be a collection of stories my parents, family, or friends have told me about myself. They also might just be funny memories that I have.
      I have been playing softball for over thirteen years now. First of all, that’s really weird for me to say, that I’ve done something for thirteen years of my eighteen-year-old life. I started playing when I was five. Like any other toddler, I had a problem peeing my pants. However, I had a MAJOR problem peeing my pants. I always held it as long as possible. Other kids I played with would run to the bathroom in between innings, but not me. I never left the field until the game was over. My parents tell me they can’t count how many times I would be standing on third base and I would just pee my pants, right then and there. It happened so often that it was laughable and not embarrassing for them. I ended up peeing my pants until I was twelve. Gross, I know.
      Another thing that is cliché that I did was wake up in the middle of the night and go sleep in my parents’ room or my oldest sister’s room. I would lie down and put my feet in their backs. Apparently, another thing I would do when I woke up in the middle of the night, I would go into my parents’ room and stand over my dad and watch him sleep. I don’t know why, but I was a creep. He would wake up and jump, because I would scare him and I would say, “Are you okay?” Why was I so scary?
      Growing up, I was the closest thing to a brother that my brother had. I always played football with him and every other sport. I was playing football with him one day at the playground, after everyone had left the park except for the adults that were cleaning up the concession stand. A boy came up to my brother and me and asked if he could play, too. Of course, we let him, but then he told me that I couldn’t play because I was a girl and I sucked. So obviously, being the tomboy that I was, I punched up. He shoved me back...


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