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Leslie WestbrookI was 5 years old, and my mother signed me up for t-ball. Five minutes after I arrived at the field on my first day of practice (I knew nothing about the game), I was teamed up with another kid to play catch. We put on our brand new, ridiculously stiff, impossible-to-squeeze-shut gloves...stood about 10 feet apart, and he threw the ball to me--I didn't catch it, however. The ball smacked me in the forehead and left a huge knot. That was my first and last day of t-ball. I later joined little league at age 8 and played for years.
I was getting packs of cards at the local 7-11, though, in 1982 at age 3. They literally covered my bedroom. I was not into organizing at the time--just getting as many as possible. Now I'm buying as many t-206's as I can get my hands on. I tend to keep those a bit more organized