Monday, October 28, 2013

My Baseball Glove- Artifact

When I was 3 years old I started swinging a bat and I grew a love for baseball. I would always be swinging a bat or throwing a ball. So at the age of 6 my dad bought me my fist glove. Where ever I was would always have that glove on me, playing with it no matter where I was. I remember one time I was at the bank with my mom and I brought a tennis ball with me. I would throw the ball in the air and catch it with my glove, I would do that everywhere I went. This is a piece of memory i will never forget.


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