Memory #25

My mom dropped me off at the batting cages for a special baseball practice. I sat for at least an hour, and my team never showed. The place was empty except for me and the owner. I was so afraid and shy and embarrassed that I didn't speak to him. He tried to offer me some gum, but I said no. I sat in a chair for so long and stared at the floor and the wall. Finally, after what seemed like hours, my mom came to pick me up. The team was just then arriving. For some reason she dropped me off too early by accident. Luckily, she took me home, and I didn't have to stay there even longer to bat. Or else I just batted real quick and they let me leave.