#2

My father sure put a stop to me throwing rocks. Eventually as I got older the throwing rocks thing got old as he and I started throwing baseballs or should I say softballs back and forth to keep me out of trouble. With his other arm of course. Now normally this is usually done with a father and son but in this case he had a daughter and he had to make due. My father didn’t care. He saw my potential even though he was still bitter about his lost opportunity years ago and eventually I started really enjoying the game so I joined my high school softball team playing first base and managed to get myself on any other team besides my school team that I could join including a league that had been started by a few fellow employees at my first job which includes my favorite people… senior citizens. I worked at a assisted living home and they had organized a league for fun for their residents. I’ve always had a way with the older generation and my sparkly girl next door and “you remind me of my grandaughter” personality won them over and they insisted I join the games. So I did.