Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Past time
I remember when I was a kid me and my dad would go to the field and play baseball for hours. Every time we would go to the field I would forget about all my problems. He would always teach me new things in baseball. He would always try and make me better than I was. My dad would always tell me i was better than that when i would mess up on a ball hit to me. Then he would show me how to do it the it was suppose to be done. My dad would always show me how to place my hands on the bat to be a better hitter.
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