Living in a house with 8 people and being the youngest one can be very stressful. Everybody can boss you around and their excuse is always, "I'm older than you." If the house has to be vacuumed or if our dog has to be taken out, guess who's doing the job. So sometimes I just want to be alone, but at home, there are no "me" places when you share a room with your brother and you have 7 other people on the other side of the door. My "special" place is outside at the baseball field. There's no one even near me who can yell at me and this is a place I am very familiar to.
Baseball has been in my life for a huge part of my life. 9 years to be exact. The baseball field has become my second home without the 7 other people in my house telling me what to do. It's just me, my baseball stuff and a big open field. Just standing out on the diamond makes me think of every single time I played on a baseball field. Whether it was a good memory or a bad one, it stays in my mind to always comfort me. Out of all the options of things I can do to relieve my stress, I choose hitting off a tee into the towering backstop in the back of the field. Every swing takes away a little bit of stress off my shoulders and the sound of each ball smashing into the metal fence makes me a little more happy.
Since I could go to the park by myself I would go to the field every now and then and clear my mind of all the stress I have by hitting countless buckets of balls. Even when I was really little, my dad would take me to the same field and pitch to me buckets and buckets of balls. This baseball field, diamond or whatever you want to call it is really important to me because it has been my "special" place since I started going there with my dad. I cherish this place and will always remember the good times I had smacking balls.
Going to my "special" place always made me feel a lot better and less stressed. Just being there on the field makes me feel relaxed. But, I can't stay at my "special" place forever. I always regret going home from the baseball field because I know that I won't get the peace and quiet I get at my "special" place. But, I know that I won't always get what I want. That's why when I go to my "querencia", it is really special to me.
Baseball has been in my life for a huge part of my life. 9 years to be exact. The baseball field has become my second home without the 7 other people in my house telling me what to do. It's just me, my baseball stuff and a big open field. Just standing out on the diamond makes me think of every single time I played on a baseball field. Whether it was a good memory or a bad one, it stays in my mind to always comfort me. Out of all the options of things I can do to relieve my stress, I choose hitting off a tee into the towering backstop in the back of the field. Every swing takes away a little bit of stress off my shoulders and the sound of each ball smashing into the metal fence makes me a little more happy.
Since I could go to the park by myself I would go to the field every now and then and clear my mind of all the stress I have by hitting countless buckets of balls. Even when I was really little, my dad would take me to the same field and pitch to me buckets and buckets of balls. This baseball field, diamond or whatever you want to call it is really important to me because it has been my "special" place since I started going there with my dad. I cherish this place and will always remember the good times I had smacking balls.
Going to my "special" place always made me feel a lot better and less stressed. Just being there on the field makes me feel relaxed. But, I can't stay at my "special" place forever. I always regret going home from the baseball field because I know that I won't get the peace and quiet I get at my "special" place. But, I know that I won't always get what I want. That's why when I go to my "querencia", it is really special to me.
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