For whatever reason, my dad talked me out of joining Little League when all the other kids did. It kind of sucked. So the next spring, I signed up. But everybody else my age had been playing longer by then and I hadn't. After the first day of practice, the coach called my home. I was going down to the Pee Wee League. I cried and cried. But ultimately, it turned out to be an amazing experience. I met an entirely new group of friends, learned tons about baseball and didn't have helicopter parents watching my every move. It was a great season.