T-ball

The hot hot sun was beating down on my bright blue t-shirt. I could smell sunscreen on bodies. Mrs Roil called,” batter up”. It was my turn. I grabbed the bat, I could hear the people on the other team shouting at their team mates. WHACK went the bat, over went the ball.As I ran I could feel the grass on my feet. Yes I got on first base I thought to myself. My face was as red as a berry after my run.At morning tea, the water in my drink bottle took my breath away.