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I agree, so we get the tennis balls and get to work. My brother decides he wants to get hit first, and that’s fine with me. Once I’m done hitting him, he hits me and I work on turning into the pitch. We repeated this a few times, but since it was such a nice day we wanted to do something else. I ask him, “What do you want to do?” He answers, saying, “I don’t know, what do you want to do?” We always do this, imitating what Spongebob and Patrick do in one episode of Spongebob Squarepants. Finally, after repeating ourselves several times, my mom said, “If you don’t figure something to do quickly, I’m going to find something for you to do.” After hearing this, we tried to figure out what we were going to as fast as we could. Because of other experiences, we knew that our mom would say something like, “Why don’t you sweep in the garage?” Finally, my brother thought of something we both agreed on; wiffleball. My mom and brother would be on a team playing against me, like we’ve always played. After that though, we ran into a problem. We usually used tennis balls when we played baseball in our backyard, but I hit them too hard and my family does not want to get hit by the balls I hit. “Well”, I suggest, we could use these balls,”. My mom and brother agreed, so we just used these hard, small, yellow, foam balls. My brother didn’t want to get hit, so he let my mom pitch to me. Whoosh. We could hear the foam ball through the air as the pitch sailed over my head. Ball one. Whoosh. The ball sailed over my head again. Ball two. Whoosh. Another ball. Whoosh. Way over my head for ball four. “C’mon Ripken, just pitch,” I say. He complied, saying, “Fine. I’ll pitch.” He wasn’t any better than my mom. He threw four straight balls. “Okay, let’s get some different balls,” my mom said. My brother and I agreed since neither one of them couldn’t hit the strike zone. Then, we got squishy foam