In the ninth grade I tried out for my school’s JV softball team. After 3 long days of try-outs, I made the team! I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait until the first day of practice! The first day of practice was on a cold March day. The field was still hard and rocky from the winter. I didn’t think my coach would have us do anything but the basics since it was the first day, but I was wrong. About an hour into practice she tell all the girls to line up at 1st base. One by one, each girl ran and slide into second. I have never been good at sliding. I always was always hesitant when it came to sliding. By the time it was my turn I had all ready thought of every excuse to get out of sliding, but I figured as a new freshman on the team I had to go through with it. And I did. I ran and awkwardly slid into second base. The entire team cracked up and the coach gave me a confused look. You would never be able to tell I had played softball my entire life. The coach told me to try it again. Now i was afraid, but once again i didn’t want to chicken out. So I started running and went I felt close enough to the bag I went into the slide. That’s when I heard my leg crack. I knew i broke it but didn’t want to believe it. My coach told me to get up and walk it off, but I couldn’t get up. I couldn’t move. I broke my fibula in two places and was in a cast for a month, then P.T for another month after that. I missed the entire season! Looking back on that day, I should’ve trusted my gut. If I would’ve told my coach from the start I wasn’t comfortable sliding it would’ve saved me 2 months as the freshman on crutches in the halls of my high school.