16 Even before I could hold a bat or a glove, I loved baseball Even before I could hold a bat or a glove, I loved baseball. I would sit in the sunshine and soft grass with my best friend, Jamal. Sometimes his cousin Nikki sat with us, too.
17 Baseball was coming when the ice dripped drops from the roof. I always knew that I’dplay baseball.Baseball was coming when the ice dripped drops from the roof.
18 Baseball wascoming whenthe tulips inthe park pokedthrough theground.
19 My brother Greg oiled his Then, baseball was here.My brother Greg oiled hisglove. He threw balls tohis friends in the park.He let me wear his cap.He even pitched to Momwhen it rained.
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