People all around the world have fallen in love with the sport of baseball.  From a young age I have always loved playing baseball.  Summer was my favorite part of the year because I was off of school and it was baseball season.  Some of my earliest memories that I can recall are from baseball.  Whether it be from visiting Fenway park in Boston to watch the Red Sox play or the time when my uncle coached my baseball team.  Playing baseball is something that has always come natural to me.  I went out on the field, played hard, and did everything I could to have fun and win.  Baseball has grown on me more and more over the last 5 years.  The more you play the more you appreciate playing, because at any moment you could never throw a baseball again.  My freshman year of baseball in a summer league game a runner stole third base so naturally I hopped out of catchers stance and fired the ball down to third.  I heard a tear that sounded like a T-shirt tearing and heard a loud pop.  Not knowing what just happened I looked down and my arm and it had snapped at my elbow.  Then the pain set in and I broke out into tears.  The thoughts that were running through my mind were faster than I just threw that ball down to third.  I didn't know what just happened.  Why did this have to happen to me I asked myself?  We went to the doctor and I was done for the season.  After months of therapy and slowing working my way back into throwing I can finally play again.  Most people would have just given up after a traumatizing experience like that.  It added more fire to the fuel; it makes me want to be remembered as the kid that would do anything for the love of the ga