Aaron is like any other five-year-old kids. He has a lot of friends, he likes to watch

TV, and he loved his video game. A little too much his parents thought. He would come

in from school rush threw his homework.  Cleaning his room consist of throwing

everything under the bed or in the closet. His mom would give up fighting with him and

clean it herself but dad always kept tabs on his homework.  Aaron knew that if it

wasn’t done right then he wouldn’t play his game. The longer it took to do it right the

chance that his parents would take his games away. His friends would call but Aaron

would not go out side to play because he was playing a game. He would stay on the game

from morning to night if given the chance. His parents worried about him he was getting

lazier. At times they would have to throw him out side to play and those times he would

go to his cousins house next door and go right back to the video games.
    

Aaron’s parents talked about it and decided to enroll Aaron in baseball. Aaron felt like

this was the end of everything for him. He yelled out, “I hate baseball!” He ran to his

room slammed the door and started to play his game. His parents set on the couch and

looked at each other. They debated on rather to follow threw. After awhile they agreed it

would be good for him. The next day his father called a friend that was a coach for the

Dare Devils. He told Aaron father  that the season just started. He had room for one more kid and Coach Michel

said he would be honored to take Aaron this season.
      

Aaron’s dad met him at the door the next day after school. Aaron’s dad said, “We are

going to the store to get a glove.”  Aaron’s face turned red and he screamed out “I hate

baseball!”  Aaron’s dad drug him to the car and buckled him in. Aaron crossed his arms

and stared at the floor with a frown. “It will be good for you and I’m sure once  you  start

you like it.” Aaron never said a word and never look up. They finally pulled in to the

parking lot of a sports store, Aaron’s dad got out of the car and walked to Aaron’s door,

he pulled it open and Aaron looked up at store it looked really cool. There was a Go Cart

in front of the store and a rack full of fishing poles beside it. It made him wonder what

else was in the store. Aaron looked down at the floor again. He looked back at the store

then he turned unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. His dad held out his and

Aaron took it.

    They walked up and down the isle for hours looking at fishing poles soccer balls,

hockey sticks and basketballs. Dad finally took Aaron over to the baseball gloves. Aaron

picked a glove that was soft and comfortable his dad threw a small ball to him. It hit

Aaron on the arm. Aaron looked up at his father the smile faded from Aaron’s face. He

looked up at his dad and yelled, “ I hat base ball!”  Ran to the front of the store and stood 

at the doors until his father was done checking out. Aaron could see the glove and  a ball

in the clear bag that his father held. Aaron and his dad never said anything on the ride

back home. When they arrived back at home Aaron waited till the car stop, he opened the

door ran into the house. he ran to his room slammed his door and started his game again.
       

    Aaron’s parents talked about what had happened and again they wondered about their

decision, they both decided to stick with it. They had to make Aaron at least try

something other then his video games. “He might like it,” his mother said. There were

two day until his first practice and Aaron was not looking forward to it. He hid his glove

and ball but his mom found it under his bed. Aaron snuck in to the house that day after

school. His parents were nowhere in sight, he crept around the corners of the house to his

room. Aaron threw down his backpack and started his game. He turned down the volume

of the TV, he crept in close and began to play. Aaron could hear his dad walking up to his

door. Aaron put his head down on the pillow in front of him as his father opened the door

and said its time to go.

Aaron threw down his controller and yelled at the top of his lungs, “ I hate base ball.”

 “ I don’t want to play why wont you just leave me alone.”

  “I will be waiting in the car.”

     Aaron’s dad turned and walked away. Aaron threw himself back on the floor. He knew

he had no way out of this. So he grabbed his glove and ball that his mom had left on his

bed and headed down to the car with his head down.
    
Nothing was said on the way to the ballpark, neither one knew what to say. Aaron’s dad

pulled in to a parking lot  and turned off the car. Aaron and his father looked in to the

bright green grassy field in front of them.  Little boys were running all over the place

chasing balls and a tall man in a t-shirt and jeans hit to them. Aaron looked at his father 

his father looked back at him. “ Are you ready?” He asked with a concerned look. Aaron

shook his head no. “There are to many people out there.” Aaron mumbled.

 “You will be o.k. I’ll be right there with you will and you never know you might like it.”

Dad tried to reasure Aaron. Aaron looked back up at the field full of kids.  “I hate base ball

and I don’t want to try this cant we go home.” Aaron tried.

“No, your mom and I agreed you need this. Come on it wont be that bad, and if you don’t

like it we will leave. Okay?” Dad got out of the car and walked over to the coach and

began to talk to him. Aaron watch as the coach looked up at the truck and began to walk

over to where Aaron was. Aaron looked around but there was nowhere to hide.

The coach came up to the window and gave it two taps Aaron rolled down the window

and with a huge smile the coach reach out his hands and said “Hi my name is Mike and

I’ll be your coach, are you excited?  We are so excited to have you on the team it’ll be

great go a head and grab your glove. We can try you out and see where you are going

to end up.” Aaron was so shocked and surprised that before he knew it the coach had

already opened his door and was escorting him to the field. The coach was throwing the

ball back and forth.  Before Aaron knew it he was up to bat.  He could hear the boys yelling.

”We need a pitcher not a belly itchier.”

 Dad smiled as he saw the smile on Aaron’s face. At the end of the day a little boy name

Josh and the coach walked Aaron back to the truck. “We have practice on Monday and

Thursday and, we’ll be getting our uniforms on our next practice now you go home and

get a lot of rest. Oh by the way, how did you like hind catcher?”
 

Aaron’s eyes lit up, “I liked it a lot!” Aaron smiled good that your position for now on

and Jimmy will be your relief. I’ll see next week, be ready. Come on Josh if we don’t get

home your mom will send the army out for us. See you guys later he said as he walked to

his small red car.

       “ So,” Dad said, “What do you think?”

       “About what?”

       “About baseball, do you want to play or did you want to keep playing.” Dad was

having a hard time trying not to smile. Aaron was also having a little bit of trouble

keeping his smile hidden. He kept turning his head to look out the window instead of

having to like at that,  “I told you so smile he knew his dad was sporting.”
  

“I guess I can play for a little while. Josh said we would be getting trophies. So dad have

you ever had a trophy before?”

“No I can’t say I have. Is Josh Coach Mikes son?” Dad said as he rounded the corner

before their house.

“Yeah Aaron smiled and did you know that he hated base ball to. He said as soon

as he got out there he just could not wait till the next practice it’s a lot of fun. His dad

said you should not say you hate something before giving it a chance.”

    “His dad sounds like a smart cookie.” Aaron’s dad pulled in to the driveway. His mom

was stand in the doorway waiting for them.
     

“How was practice?” Mom asked

      “ It was great! The coach said I could be a hind catcher. I got to hit the ball and throw

the ball it was so much fun!” Aaron could not keep his excitement in any more he jumped

around as he explains his time at the baseball field.

  “It sounds like you had fun. So you will be going back?” Mom smiled at Aaron.

 “Yes, I can’t wait! I have to practice and get some more gear or will the coach give

me that. Mom, I even get a uniform and a trophy!” Aaron ran into the house as his mom

yelled out to him, “Wash your hands dinners done.”

      
Mom and dad hugged and began to walk in to the house. Aaron yelled out of the

window, “What’s for dinner?”

        “We are having fish and chips!” Mom yelled back. There was silence for a bit as

mom ands dad walked up to the door of the house. Mom and dad walked in to see Aaron

looking at the plates that decorated the dinning table. Aaron looked up at his parents and

said, “I hate fish and chips!” 
 

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