... the ocean after me as I gravitated toward the water and the waves. My older sister and I enjoyed playing on the beach and often she would roll me and bury me in the sand. I do remember with sadness when, at the age of two, I was forced to stay home for three weeks during the summer because ... each new sound that I mastered my father would pitch a ball to me for batting practice. I became so good at baseball that the teenage boys let me play on their team. When I made my first hit, I was so young that I ran to third base instead of first. There was never a sense of isolation and ... bec...

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