Long, long ago there lived a very inquisitive little boy who loved his family. He was a sensitive lad and a silly one at that.
He loved dirt, trees, butterflies and all bodies of water. Outside, was where he preferred to be, whenever possible. He played sports in school but was distracted by the bugs, birds and butterflies that got in his way while trying to concentrate on the games.
His family was known in town for loving the game of baseball and living it night and day. He followed his cousin’s footsteps and became a pretty good pitcher and hitter although not to the degree that his eldest cousin did.
The problem was, that this young boy did not feel the passion that he was expected to have for the game. He tried, but baseball was simply, not for him.
Where the passion flourished was on the water…
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