A time I discoverd I was good at something was when I started to play baseball.I started in teeball and I was pretty good, but when I moved up to machine pitch it was not fun.I could never hit the ball until one day my dad told me to stay focused on the ball not the people in the stands.After he told me that I was sure I could hit the ball,and sure enough I did! I got to first then rounded second I kept running until I got to third. I was going home when I felt something touch my back,I was out. I went to the dugout and people asked if I was mad I said”no because I hit the ball”.