I want you to picture a young girl sitting in the stands at a ballgame. She’s accompanied by her dad, and maybe even her grandfather. You are able to notice the absolute joy on her face as the innings go by, and as she becomes more intrigued with the game itself.
That little girl was me; (and honestly is still me today). The beloved American sport of baseball has been apart of my life for as long as I can remember. I used to walk by my grandfather as he sat and observed the game silently from his chair at home. The voices of the sports commentators from the TV often remind me of those little moments I shared with my grandpa.
When I started growing up, my dad made sure to take me to these baseball games to give me a feel for the sport. I began to enjoy it more than any other sport I had watched before. Over the years my love for baseball began to grow, but for different reasons.
Although I found the game incredibly interesting and intriguing, it began to mean a little more to me than before. I no longer was able to attend these games with the frequency that I used to. This time apart from the sport has made my love for it grow increasingly because of what it has come to mean to me.
Now, when I think of baseball, I picture all of the amazing memories I made with my dad in those days at the ballpark. I think about the happiness it brought me and him.
This sport also reminds me so much about the passion my grandfather had for it, and how happy he was to know that I was enjoying it just as much.
Making memories are so important!
Without them, we have nothing to look back on about the times we spent with those who we love.
I’ll be forever thankful for those memories that I hold so close to my heart, and I think that we must make sure to continue to make memories will all those whom we hold dear.