This summer I went into a baseball tournament that was the beginning to the Little League World Series. I was on a 12U team with only three other elevens. I was pretty intimidated by the size of the people around me, but at the same time I felt proud. One of my new teammates was a kid that had never been nice to me. He was kind of known as the league bully. I was worried that he would be put on the tournament team, and sure enough, he was. He had recently injured me by hitting my knee with a pitch, and I was kind of scared of him. But in this tournament, I learned that there will always be people that you don’t like, or who you don’t want to spend time with, but you can’t let that get in the way of you doing something that you love.