I loved baseball when I was growing up. We played everyday. A neighbor, Mr. Otero, would let us use his back field if we kept it mowed. In my neighborhood, baseball was, like every other game we played, all inclusive. Big or little, everyone got to play. It was so much fun. We had one taped up bat and one taped up ball. The bat was a huge heavy wooden bat that was so hard to swing, but...if you got it swinging and made contact...home run city.