Personal Narrative

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Do you have a interesting story about something that has happened to you? Well, I sure have one. This event may be enjoyable for you, but it definitely was not for me! This event is the most scary thing that has happened to me. I never thought this scary incident would give me a good lesson.

It was a very nice day in Dublin, Virginia. Even though it was a fantastic day, something felt weird. I was extra nervous for this game for some reason. I was pitching this game but I pitch all the time so there was no reason to be extra nervous. I warmed up and I was pitching good. I was doing great then came the third inning. I walked a batter and then came up the biggest player on their team. This is where it gets interesting.
I threw the first pitch

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