PD.1 Hoey, P I Remember Poem

I remember going to my first baseball game. The way the popcorn smelled, and also the cotton candy. I remember the taste of the hot dogs like a squirrel would remember his nut. Father's touch, keeping me from wandering off, my dad is a savior. I remember seeing Jamie Moyer take the mound, how the crowd cheered as he pitched the final strike. Each time I recall this memory, I see Jamie Moyer winning with the final strike. Everyone was cheering as they left the stadium.