I don’t remember a time when sports weren’t part of my life, but I do remember where softball began.
I was four or five, standing in a tee ball field because my dad was trying to find something for me to do. That small decision changed my life.
What started as a way to stay active slowly became the thing I couldn’t imagine living without.
As I got older, I tried other sports. I spent time in basketball and even track, throwing shot put and discus, but nothing stuck the way softball did.
There was a point early in high school when I could see a path forming. Playing in college felt possible, but only if I was willing to commit fully. So I did. I walked away from the other sports and gave everything I had to softball.
That commitment meant so much more than practices or games. It meant time, travel, and choices that shaped my entire life. My dad was at the center of all of it. He helped me find teams, drove me across the country, and made sure I had every opportunity to grow.
Looking back, that’s where my foundation was built. Not just in how I played, but in how much I was willing to give to something I loved.