Living in the city, finally finding a baseball and glove.

That is something that I really wanted over the last twelve or thirteen years. I grew up in America, the country. Baseball is what we did. I knew nothing of soccer (futbol) until I got to South America. I had only experienced the big 3 and hockey.

My kids always asked about baseball and what it was like. I explained that you need the glove because the ball is very hard, ie' "wanna play hard ball?" hard. So today we were out to get some shoes for my oldest and we found the mitts and a ball. Of course, it's night time a couple blocks from the house of the president (the Pink House) and there was a recess with concrete walls where they could try out their new mitts. or that is what I thought

Ooops! That was the glass case where they keep the fire hose - Oh no.

But, this is actually a regular occurrence when growing up in my country . It doesn't make it right. I didn't see anything but what I thought was a metal access panel. But then again, I am pretty poor sighted.

This was not meant to happen! But it did.

now we can laugh about it and move on?

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