I grew up on the softball field. Every day I would take my glove and my bat with me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I played softball for a few years growing up. Both my brothers played baseball.
Donning a glove for a backyard toss, or watching a ball game, or just reflecting upon our baseball days, we are players again, forever young.
I had a great time with baseball growing up. I was lucky to grow up with it and to learn.
I don't need to practice my swing. I grew up with a bat in my hands.
It was all I lived for, to play baseball.
Softball has given me so much in life. It's taught me the kind of person I want to be, and given me a sweet sisterhood. It even led me to my husband.
I played softball. I was on an all-star team. I traveled with the team. I loved it.
Growing up, I played softball and I was a cheerleader.
What really matters is who you are when you step on the field, and I will let my bat and my glove speak for themselves.
You know, when I was a young boy I used to play baseball in my back yard or in the street with my brothers or the neighborhood kids. We used broken bats and plastic golf balls and played for hours and hours.