My uncle gave me was his favorite baseball glove. Whenever I see the glove and especially when I use it, I think of him. He played baseball. I first learned about the glove about seven years ago when I saw him using it, when I went to see him play in the first game ever. He was living in New York City at the time. It feels like it happened a long time ago, but I still remember it very clearly. The glove makes me sad because I miss my uncle, but it also makes me happy because I still a piece of him to remember. The glove is special to me because it was special to my uncle. My Uncle my dad and my grandma are all from Dominican Republic. My uncle and my dad grew up playing baseball. So my dad and my uncle wanted me to have as much fun as they had playing baseball. I did when I was playing baseball it was the most fun I have ever had in my life. Every time I play catch or baseball I use the glove my uncle gave me to remind me of how much fun we had together. I miss my uncle so much but I will never be alone because I have that glove.