My first ever baseball game was watching the Dodgers play the Padres. What an experience. People cheering and giving high fives to each other. But, there was also fighting, spitting, and cursing. Oh my goodness. I was actually scared. But, my dad was there to comfort me. He bought me hotdogs, cotton candy, popcorn, and soda to make me feel better. I'm sure he spent a lot of money, something we didn't have much of. Nowadays, I take my dad to the ballpark every once in a while to relive the great times we had.