Failure in a baseball club When I was in junior high school, I was in a baseball club, which had about 70 members. I was very excited to become good at baseball and successful in games. I practiced catching and batting every day after going back from the club to school at night. I swung 100 times in my balcony to get a good swing form. But I was sure that I could not be selected as a starting member at 14 years of age. The gab of baseball ability was totally broad between me and my team members. I was frustrated. The endeavor felt in vain. It was easy to give up concentrating on everyday practice. Chatting with my friends, I had done a catch and knock since then. In the final year, the final tournament was held. My team director did not select me a game member. I did not feel sad being sure of the luck of my skill. I cheered my team with the unselected members outside of fences where my team members were playing. My team won through to the semifinals. All the games were difficult. My team came behind to win at the final inning in the second round. Cheering my members moved me reminding of our hard practice together. I envied them as well. I regretted not to practice harder and play in a game. I wanted to contribute to my team’s victory. My team was defeated in the semifinal eventually. I felt disappointed not only by the defeat but also by giving up my baseball success a year before.