My First baseball Game
I can still remember the first baseball game my dad took me to. It was about ten years ago. I was at a 4th of July party in the valley, a heavily wooded area full of deer and other animals. It’s about a 10 minute drive from my house. There was a river that cut out jagged cliffs, small ponds, and large marshes where the deer go to have a drink. Every year, we have a party there and everybody comes. My whole family was there, including my twin brother, Mike. Since we are fraternal twins, we look nothing alike. He is a portly boy with thick, black hair. He was wearing his favorite shirt, a long sleeve number with a picture of Bugs Bunny. My dad is a bald man with a fat stomach and thick bifocals. He was dressed in the usual, a Grey one-pocket t-shirt and a pair of really faded blue jeans. He wears a pair of fat, red suspenders and a belt at the same time, for some odd reason. I could only pray that I would not look like him when I grew up. At one point during the games of horseshoes and softball, my dad took Mike and I aside and gave us something in a plain, white envelope. When I asked what it was, he opened it and showed us. Since I lived in a large suburb of Cleveland, I thought for sure I was going to see the bright lights, la
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Plymouth Station, Bugs Bunny, , Miller Light, Municipal Stadium, Akron-Canton Indians, Indians Double-A, dad told, baseball game, peppers nachos,
Approximate Word count = 979
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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