I can still remember the first baseball game my dad took me to. It was about ten years ago. I was at a 4th of July party in the valley, a heavily wooded area full of deer and other animals. It’s about a 10 minute drive from my house. There was a river that cut out jagged cliffs, small ponds, and large marshes where the deer go to have a drink. Every year, we have …showed first 75 words of 984 total…

…showed last 75 words of 984 total…I was tired. I couldn’t tell you who won that game, but afterwards I remember kept bragging to my little brother, Brian, that I had gotten to go and he hadn’t. I told my mom all about the two guys and how my dad had eaten the peppers that were on my nachos. My dad usually never does things like this, so this was a good memory Mike and I have with him.