My grandfather had only one child and that was my mother. He always wanted a son but it never happened. He wanted a son because he wanted to teach him to play baseball. When my mom got pregnant, he thought he finally had a boy in the family, but it turned out that her first child was my old sister. When I was born, Grandpa was very happy. He was the first to give me a baseball glove and to play baseball with me. My first glove was as small as my whole hand is now. When Grandpa gave me that glove, I was very excited. I was so happy I even slept with it at my side. It was my pride and joy. When I was five, I played on my first baseball team and Grandpa was the coach. He wanted me to play one position, but I wanted to play another. In order to make me happy, he let me play what I wanted. I tried so hard that I made good progress. Grandpa was very proud of me. Ever since then, he has worked with me to make me a better player. Grandpa has helped me become not only a better player, but a better person. I owe him all my success in baseball and in my life. Today Grandpa does not play baseball with me so often, but he still comes to every practice and game. He sits and watches my practices through rain and shine. He was named our baseball team’s number one fan by my coach. I love him and hope he will be around for many more years to support me and baseball.