I have had a long week of school, but finally, Saturday has arrived. It is my one chance this week to rest. Hoowever, resting does not even cross my six year-old mind. Without hesitation, I find my dad, a baseball, and a bat. I feel like I’m never going to hit the ball, but I spend every day I can trying to hit it. My dad’s pitches go by me one by one, and this is turning into just another long day of failure. Finally, when my hope is as low as ever, I swing and hear a loud “Ding!” I did it! I hit the ball! My dad yells, “Great hit!” I felt very satisfied because all my work had payed off. This is one my favorite memories of growing up.
I see everybody at my small private school playing basketball, and I, still just six years old, have a burning desire just to ake my first shot. The goal seems to me like it reaches the sky because I am very short at six years old, hoping I’ll have a growth spurt in a few years. My teacher sees me struggling shooting during recess, and she walks over to help, telling me, “You can make it!” She lets me keep shooting and shooting…and shooting. Finally, I make a shot! The swish of the net has never sounded better. I will never forget the ball going through the net as a memory of growing up.
As a young kid of nine years old, I love to read in bed before going to sleep. There’s just something special to me about reading alone in my room. I am reading the Alex Rider series that one of my friends showed me. I feel as if I’m going through every character’s adventures with them as I am engrossed in the book. Reading in bed is the highlight of my day and a great memory of growing up.
At fifteen years old, I love to eat, and I feel like I can eat for days without getting full. My friends and I enjoy eating at Shake Shack, with the world’s best burgers! Today, I decide to order a Double Big-John Burger. A 140-pound guy eating a Double Big John Burger looks ridiculous, but I ate the whole thing! The hot, juicy burger was as big as Texas and is by far the best burger I’ve ever eaten growing up. Growing up in Marion is a great experience.
