My first homerun that was hit over the fence. Before I moved down to GA, the fields in Minnesota didn’t have fences. It was basically 100% “inside” the park homer situation. This lefty came in on me and got my hands inside....felt like I barely hit it. My heart was racing coming around the bases.
My first time leaving home...I was 24. I went to college an hour away so that doesn’t really count.
I moved home for a year, saved up money and the moved to Los Angeles with the dreams of becoming a gangsta rapper.
There’s an obvious one that all of us had but it doesn’t count because none of you were good the first time.