Final Draft- Memoir

Miguel Nunez

3/11/14

Mr. Engel

Memoir Personnal Writing

Being raised in Orlando, Florida, made me more of an inner person because i barely had any friends and the only thing i cared for and had passion for was my family and baseball. I was not raised with my father in my life, so I always knew I had to learn how to grow up and become a man in my own ways. Back at the time, I was too little to know why was he not around but I always knew my mom gave us the best she had so growing up it always felt like I had my complete parents with just her in my life. One day, my mom came back from vacation in New York and this encouraged her on wanting to move back there after 9 years from being away from the place she was born and raised. So she decided on planning to move back with my siblings and i and have a fresh start and see how things would be different. There was nothing that was going to influence my mother of doing not. At first, i was excited because it’s the big city a famous place on earth. People always made it seem like New York was the greatest place to live in and that nothing can go wrong in that city but i always knew there is not a city on earth with no crime. But then it all hit more. I felt like i was losing oxygen within me because i had so much going for me in baseball. I started to think about how it was going to be, there were only 3 months of baseball in New York and there are 6 to 8 Months down in Florida. That was a huge difference that was going to change in my life. In Florida i was on an AAU team called the Orlando Pythons and I was the starting 3^rd basemen and batted 2^nd in the lineup. We were pretty good as a team. We always seemed to work together. We always had the passion and love for the sport of baseball while in little league. Baseball was always there for me when i needed something, it was my staple while growing up. Packing and getting ready on the biggest move in my life, literally, was so uncomfortable. I just felt like it was not normal to do things like this. I started to give myself tips and a little head of advice on our way out the door. It always felt to me that while i am growing up and learning things on my own, i had to learn how to express myself to others and to myself in other ways because baseball was not going to be there for me anymore. Baseball was my backbone and leaving it behind in Florida just made me feel more like an undead zombie. While on the Plane i knew that i was going to have to be a new me, like a newborn baby. It was going to be a path to a greater change. A change that will show me what I’m capable of and who i am capable of being.