My father was born in Wisconsin, and his parents were fans of the Brewers baseball team. Baseball was something that really brought my family together when I was younger. I don’t so much care for it now, but I did back when I was a lot younger. Many years later, when my parents had me in Rochester, to remember his team and carry on the fandom, my dad bought me a Brewers baseball hat of my own. Even though it wasn’t the hat of the local team, I still loved to have a piece of something my dad liked. It was a special connection that we were able to share together. Of course, it made me proud to wear it because it was something my dad liked, and when I was younger, all I wanted to do was be just like him. I think that sentimental objects have great importance to people's character and background. As time went on, the hat was getting more and more beat up because of how often I wore it, but that didn’t stop me from wearing it as much as I could. Eventually, after wearing the hat for some time, I lost it. It’s something that only really bothered me for a few days because I was a kid, but it is sad to me now that I don’t have this object with me to remember the times that I had with it, and the special meaning behind it. Even though this does bother me, I have many pictures and memories of this hat to keep with me, and that is what makes it so special to me.