When I was in high school, my dad took me to my first professional baseball game. It was in the District of Columbia, with the Washington team playing someone whose identity I forget. It was very cool! My first time in a baseball stadium, with the peanut vendors, the organ playing, the crowd and the (occasional) crack of the bat. I say 'occasional' because, as I recall, neither team had many hits. But, win or lose, the time with my dad was fun and I've never forgotten it.