I smacked the ball with my plastic yellow bat. The whistling ball sailed over second base, which was a tree. I started running as fast as I could. My hand grazed the rough bark of first base, another tree. I slapped second base and sprang towards third. I touched third, a rock this time, with my foot and went for home. My friend reached out to tag me with the ball, but I slide and touched home (a fence post) with my foot. I was safe!
Wiffle Ball was my most popular activity in the summer when I was younger.
Nice! You get the feel of this moment really well. Good job.
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ReplyDeleteI like how you describe the point in time in great detail. It is a really cool slice.
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