The first year that my daughter played pitch softball, she was nervous about getting hit by the pitch. "It'll hurt!" I assured her she would be fine, that the girls don't pitch that hard. At her first game, she stood bravely in the batter's box, bat cocked, ready to go. On the first pitch, she was hit with the ball. I covered my eyes, expecting tears and drama. When I looked again, she was jogging to first to take her base. As the next batter came up, she leaned off her bag, not a tear in sight, ready to run. After the game, I congratulated her and told her I was sorry that I was wrong about her getting hit by the pitch. She grinned, "Whatever! I got on base!"