Ever since I was a little kid I have had sports in my life. Coming from experience, I can tell you one thing, Sports memories are forever. As I move on in life and start college and move farther and farther away from the fun times of being a kid, I can reflect on a great child hood filled with sports thanks to my parents and brother who would support me in anything I did. They were there when I decided I wanted to be like my big brother and play basketball. They were there when I wanted to give up on basketball to play hockey. They were there when I wanted to give up hockey and concentrate on my favorite sport baseball. Through all of my successes and all of my failures, my dad and brother were there to support me.
I can still remember the day I got my first game winning hit. It was a sunny June afternoon and the score was tied. There was one out and a runner on second base. The parents were all cheering loudly. My dad and brother were in the outfield watching and cheering like the usually did. I still remember the smell of freshly cooked hot dogs form the concession stand, I felt like I was at a pro stadium. As I stepped up to the plate my heart was pounding fast. When I looked up the pitcher was staring at me like we were having a staring contest. He than threw his first pitch and I leaned in and smacked the ball to right field. It felt like a year has gone by while I was running to first. When I finally got there