In the early 1960s I remember my little town would have a parade down the street by the ballpark for the start of the L.L. season. Hot dogs were sold, pennants and flags waved it was like the whole town turned out and it was a big deal. Nice memories.
When I was about 11 I hit a grand slam in a Little League game.Of course the fact that it went through the third baseman’s legs is neither here nor there! (True story).