Old Baseball Glove

My old baseball glove. I was signed up for baseball when we lived in San Diego. I hardly remember anything, our team names (there were probably more than one, though I don't remember how many seasons I played). I loved it, I think. Though the clearest memory is how one of Diego's friends said respected me more than Deigo (and possibly Emilio) because I never cried. Then when he was over one time, I cried, and I think it was because we were going to be late to a baseball game (though I can't be sure, I think I remember being dressed in one of those striped baseball outfits.)