For as long as I can remember, I have loved sports. A handful of my first memories revolved around sports in various ways, and I witnessed my first major league baseball game at six years old. During childhood, some people go to sporting events whenever they want. Unfortunately, I
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lived almost four hours away from Chicago, so a trip to Wrigley Field did not occur frequently. As a six-year-old girl, my first baseball game fulfilled everything I imagined and more. The first time I saw Wrigley Field became one of the happiest days of my life. Eleven
years later, after begging my father for months to buy tickets for a Cubs game, he finally agreed. My father and I attended the last regular season home game of the 2016 season. Once again, a feeling of amazement washed over me, and I loved every second of my
