Sadly l sit alone on the couch watching the Big Bash. Tears rush down from my eyes. The pain of not being at the Big Bash is devastating. It has always been my dream to play there.
I’ll always remember the days I could play cricket. When I could hit the ball and run as fast as the wind. Imagine me playing now. l would fall on the ground and be stumped every time.
Dad surprises me with a Big Bash ticket when he comes home from work. I am glad to go to the Big Bash. I am ready to go and watch the Big Bash even though I might be slow.
I am having a blast, I scream and cheer as loud as thunder. People look at me but l don’t care, until a player that has a disability like me, comes over to talk. His disability is different but he asks me lots of questions and we keep chatting and watching the game with my dad. It feels amazing to have someone that understands my disability. He has shown me I don’t have to just watch, I can play.
Bang! I hear the wonderful sound of the bat hitting my first ball in the nets. My team cheer me on and my face breaks into a massive smile. I can’t wait to play my first match on Saturday. It is going to feel great being out there with my mates, playing the game that I love.
Now my life is full of cricket, confidence and fun with my mates.