Well, as long as we're on baseball stories... --- In fifth grade, we were playing baseball at lunch. Now I'm not very good at baseball, so whenever I got a hit, I was pretty proud of myself. One particular day I got a homerun (we just set an imaginary line in the field). Which was great, but the ball ended up hitting this cute girl in my class. I was scared, so I ran off to play basketball and pretended like I was there all lunch. I felt terrible afterwards though. Almost six years later and we're actually friends now. I ended up telling her the story a year or two later.