A poem of a woman remembering her softball days.

I still remember , the good old days.

Being knelt down, behind that plate.

I started playing ball, when I was very young.

I went from knowing nothing, to being number one.

I couldn’t wait to play, it was what I did best.

Ball was my top priority, forget all the rest.

I was the catcher, for the championship team.

While I was playing, I was living my dream.

Number one catcher three years in a row.

How I loved to catch that ball, and damn I could throw.

Getting them out, was so much fun.

For I was good at it, in-fact I was number one.

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