"Keep your eyes on the ball," said my parents. I was an ambitious five year old, and ready to learn how to play baseball. My little brother and I are five and a half years apart in age. We have a good relationship, but we still fight and bicker sometimes. He can have a short temper sometimes, but the more time we spend together the closer we become. A couple of years later my little brother asked, " will you teach me how to play baseball?" So I did, and the next day we went to the baseball field where the grass is green and smells freshly cut. The first thing I did was teach him how to hit the ball. At first he used a tee, but as the day went on he got to where he wanted to hit the ball with me throwing it to him. Then we called it
