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I hit my first baseball when I was five years old. I remember it was on a stick thingy and I was told to swing at it and I did. The ball flew and I ran around the bases for a homerun. I hit home run after home run when I played Tee-Ball. My Dad was so proud.
We moved. We always moved. Dad was in the
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Do you regret not playing baseball longer?
I'm glad you put your energy into art and writing because you became a wonderful writer.
Life does circle. I see that more and more as I get older.
I really like your take on the topic.
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“You really want to tell your CO that your 10 year old son picked on my 5 year old daughter and got his ass kicked?”
Funny, that's similar to what my wife used to say right before a bar-fight as her last warning to the dude she was about to throttle (i.e. "You want to tell your friends/the police that you were just beaten up by a girl?").
FYI, this piece got under my skin an a really good way. It reminded me that I couldn't even hit the tee-ball, and my father still made me join Little League.
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