Your earliest Reds memories. I mean, from times when you were 7,8,10,12. I can still remember going to kid glove games with my dad. Selling those darned ticket vouchers for my knothole team. They always played the tigers (I think), game didn't count, and starters would bat once, then gone. Walking across the suspension bridge from Covington. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh the memories. My mom told me that I learned how to write from copying box scores out of the newspaper.