My very first memory of a church was when I was just five years old. (My only memory of church as a child) I remember the cathedral ceilings, they’re beauty resonates in my mind to this day. But that’s just it…the ceiling is all I remember. As I was growing up, everyone had a television set…some had just one and others had one in each room. I was fascinated by all the cartoons and movies that entertained us over the years. Then I turned eleven and my parents went on an Anniversary vacation to Tucson, AZ, where they placed a bid on a house and won it by just five bucks! We moved to a nice house and the best part was that there were baseball fields and a park right across the street from my new home! Our first summer in Tucson, I discovered Girls Fast Pitch Softball. I was completely captivated by it! I would watch the teams, listen to their coaches and dream that one day I too would play on that field. My Daddy (...