My memory tells me it was the fist time I had a bowl of Cheerios, (what an incredible discovery!) I remember playing chutes and ladders with my sister and the daughter of the couple my parents were visiting, and on the television or the radio was the first baseball All-Star Game I can remember, the 1980 contest at Chavez Ravine.
And yet, if you asked me about it last week, I couldn’t tell you very much, if anything, about the game. I knew the “hometown” National League won, I knew a Cincinnati Red took home the MVP award (it was Ken Griffey, Sr.