Two things that I’ve always loved: baseball and reading. I’m not sure which came first—I might’ve started enjoying them both at the same time. Or, at least, around the same time. I know I’ve mentioned this before in one of my articles, but I can track down my first-ever baseball game because an Atlanta Falcons cornerback—at that moment a St. Louis Cardinals outfielder—hit a Grand Slam.
That was July 1, 1993.
The first book I ever read? And by book, I mean beyond children’s literature and not that dreaded YA (which I’m not even sure existed back then)?